Qin Liuxi accompanied his disciple as they saw Teng Tianhan off, then gently nudged Teng Zhao.
"Go and kowtow to your father."
Teng Tianhan paused in his steps, looking back.
Teng Zhao approached him, knelt down, and respectfully kowtowed three times: "Please take care."
Teng Tianhan nearly shed tears, his heart aching as he helped him up, wanting to pat his head. Seeing Teng Zhao slightly resist by tilting his head, he could only place his hand on his shoulder and gave it a pat.
"Follow your master diligently in comprehending the Dao and honing your skills. No matter what the future holds, I am your father."
Teng Zhao clasped his hands in respect.
Mr. Qi stepped forward and said, "Young master, this will be the last time I address you this way. Hereafter, you shall be referred to by your Daoist name. Everyone has their own path to follow; I hope you can find your own true Dao."
