Regret was useless now.
There's no medicine for regret in this world.
All the Shen Family Ancestor could do now was try his best to mend the rift between the young man and the Shen Family.
"Changchuan, how are you faring in the Dragon Cloud Sect? With your current aptitude, Master Wandering Dragon, the Sect Leader, must surely value you."
The Shen Family Ancestor casually started a conversation, making small talk.
"I'm doing well. Master does indeed value me; he has already accepted me as his Direct Disciple."
"Oh? That actually happened?"
"You've been far too modest. You must choose a gift later. Consider it a congratulatory present from the family for becoming his disciple…"
After a few simple questions to understand the situation,
and a moment of small talk,
the Shen Family Ancestor didn't press the matter. It was enough to use this opportunity to close the distance between them a little.
Anything in excess is a vice, after all.
