Blade of the Mad Saber

“If you want, I could make an exception and take you as my apprentice.” Whenever Old Saber thought of this brilliant boy, he wanted to bring him under his wing. Old Sword scowled and snorted. “Old Saber, he’s my apprentice. How could he become yours?” “Old Sword, just because he won’t take you as his master doesn’t mean he can’t take me as his!” Old Saber turned to Chen Feng. “Well, Chen Feng? Come join me.” Chen Feng shook his head. “No, thank you, Master Saber. I’m not learning martial arts. My mother won’t let me.”