“The student has become the teacher.”
Bheem tried to stand, but his legs wouldn’t obey. For the first time in his life, he felt helpless. He watched as Prince Zian and Master Liang walked away, their shadows stretching long in the noon sun. chhota bheem kung fu master
The day of reckoning came. Prince Zian, having grown bored and arrogant, demanded another display. He stood in the center of the courtyard, laughing. “Has the laddoo-eater recovered? Or shall I make him my personal doormat?” “The student has become the teacher
“So you’re a Kung Fu master now?” she asked. having grown bored and arrogant