Hao Yiyuan was frail and sickly from childhood. By chance, he defied fate and changed his destiny, then began practicing cultivation under his master...
The Daoist held up eight fingers. Hao Yiyuan thought eight favors was quite a lot.
“Eight hundred.” “...”
“As the saying goes, a father's debt is paid by his son.”
“...Wait, Daoist, I think you've got it wrong. He's my master, not my biological father!”
“Exactly. A father's (master's) debt is paid by his son (disciple).”
