Why Is My Master Only Four Feet Tall?

Face-slapping, hot-blooded, overpowered protagonist top x precocious, scheming, icy bottom

"A man should set his sights on the clouds and reach for the highest peak! If you take a master, take the strongest one!"

Because of this bold declaration, ten-year-old Jiang Wangchuan argued his case until he finally became the disciple of Zimu, the strongest elder in Lingyun Sect.

If only he'd known how old Zimu was, he never would have put on such a show.

Jiang Wangchuan: So why is there a child sitting in the seat of honor at my apprenticeship ceremony?

His master has a son? No problem. He's gifted, so he won't have to worry about his master spoiling his little brother and neglecting him…

Wait, what do you mean this is my master?

Jiang Wangchuan stares in horror, finally realizing there's no turning back. The four-foot-tall man in the seat of honor gives him a cold look and asks if he wants to take it back.

Come on! You ask me after I've already sworn the oath to overcome my inner demons?

Jiang Wangchuan: Fine. He's just a child master. I'll indulge him a little…

No, wait! This isn't some mischievous little kid! He's a human-shaped weapon of mass destruction, barely over three feet tall!

One moment Jiang Wangchuan is regretting his impulsiveness. The next, he sees his master's petite figure unleash power capable of destroying heaven and earth, and his regret turns to wholehearted admiration.

Master! You really are my master! Please raise me to be as powerful as you!

Zimu: …

Zimu (age 6): Ask me again when you're my age.

A story about raising each other!

Master and disciple on the surface, childhood friends in truth. Romance only after they're adults.

Theme: Learning never ends; don't be limited by appearances