Four-Year-Old Xun Er Is Just Too Adorable!

Fu Ye waved a hand, indicating that he would not take him as a disciple.

Yet after hearing his words, Xiao Yan, a transmigrator, still stubbornly lingered there.

Bang!!

With a flick to the forehead, Xiao Yan was sent flying.

"I already said I'm not taking disciples. Not taking disciples. Why can't you understand that?"

Gu Yan and the other two, who were sitting nearby watching the show, covered their mouths and giggled.

Late that night, Xiao Yan returned to his residence with a huge bump on his forehead and a dejected expression. What he had not expected was that his father was waiting for him there.

Seeing Xiao Yan in such a state, Xiao Zhan could not help feeling a little heartache.

But in the end, he merely patted him on the shoulder.

"Yan'er, a man should stand tall. I've crossed paths with Fu Ye a few times before, and his strength is terrifyingly powerful. With him in our Xiao Family, the other families will at least be wary of us."

Hearing his father's words, Xiao Yan looked somewhat dazed. "Father, does that mean you already guessed he wouldn't take me as his disciple?"

"More or less. The fact that he came to our Xiao Family already meant he was lowering himself. It would have been strange if he were willing to become your master."

Xiao Zhan shot Xiao Yan an irritated glance.

Still, he knew his son was proud, so he did not directly stop him from behaving this way.

"Hmph, what's so great about a Dou Ling? One day, I'll surpass Dou Ling and become even stronger!"

Hearing his son's words, Xiao Zhan lowered his gaze and smiled bitterly.

If cultivation were truly that simple, he would not have spent his entire life able to reach only