How could three mere Miao soldiers possibly stand against Fang Zheng? With a sweep of flames, he burned the three Miao grunts to nothing. Faced with this sudden turn of events, little Zhao Ling'er stood there in a daze, unable to grasp what had happened.
"Are you all right?"
Fang Zheng hurried over to the old woman and examined her carefully. He found several wounds on her shoulder, but of course, that was no problem for him. He reached out and gently brushed her shoulder. Soon, as the Power of Time reversed, her wounds healed at once. Little Zhao Ling'er's eyes widened in shock at the sight, while the old woman's expression tightened as she hurriedly rose and bowed.
"Thank you for saving my life."
"No need to thank me... It was only right."
As he spoke, Fang Zheng glanced at little Zhao Ling'er beside the old woman and smiled at her. He had to admit that Zhao Ling'er looked rather adorable in Miao attire, with a touch of exotic charm. Honestly, once she had grown up, Fang Zheng could not really tell how she differed from anyone else. Clothes really did make the man...
And so Fang Zheng drifted off in thought out of habit again.
But at that moment, he saw little Zhao Ling'er suddenly drop to her knees before him and cry out.
"Please, Immortal Master, accept me as your disciple!"
"Huh?"
Fang Zheng froze at Zhao Ling'er's words. Before he could react, however, Zhao Ling'er continued.
"The Moon Worship Cult Leader bewitched Father and captured my mother. I can't beat him, and grandmother can't beat him either... So please, Immortal Master, accept me as your disciple. I want to learn these abilities and rescue my mother..."
So that was it.
Only then did Fang Zheng understand