Dugu Bo watched as Ye Feiyang successfully took Ye Lingling as his disciple with just a few words and could not help shooting Dugu Yan a displeased glare.
He secretly pondered, Have I spoiled my granddaughter too much? She is this willful now—she will suffer for it someday.
He had not stopped the two from fighting earlier precisely because he wanted Dugu Yan to face reality, lest she always look down on everyone and think herself superior.
Now that she had been beaten so badly, she was probably about to shut herself away, wasn't she? Served her right!
"Yan Yan, what else do you have to say now? Stop being so willful. Come over and acknowledge your master!" Dugu Bo's tone carried unquestionable authority.
Dugu Yan pouted. It was not that she did not want to become his disciple; she simply could not swallow her pride. She had been beaten, verbally shut down, and then completely arranged by others. That was far too much of a blow to an adult's self-respect.
Compared to becoming his disciple, she wanted even more to "take down" the man before her.
But if she became his disciple, would that not make fulfilling that wish even harder?
And judging from what Ning Rongrong had said, good grief, these girls with their own distinct charms all had designs on their teacher?
What Supreme Academy? It was clearly a "Master-Chasing Academy"!
She had carefully examined the other girls present, and her heart was full of frustration. Not a single woman here was less attractive than she was!
What advantage did she have now? Ah, yes—she was already nineteen and mature enough, unlike those inexperienced little girls!
Although Dugu Yan was willful, she was not stupid. She knew how to adapt.
Since their goals were the same, they