Tang Bohu had long coveted Zhu Qingling's bizarre secret arts.
He had simply never had the chance to learn them.
He wanted to learn directly from Zhu Qingling, but he could not bring himself to ask. Besides, Ding Ling could bestow blessings upon Zhu Qingling from across infinite worlds.
What if asking Zhu Qingling to teach him rashly angered Ding Ling?
After all, these bizarre secret arts were clearly extremely precious.
If they could only be passed on to disciples and not taught to outsiders, would he not look like a complete idiot for asking so recklessly?
Thus, Tang Bohu could only hope that he would one day have the chance to join the Nine Provinces Divine Sect, become Ding Ling's disciple, and learn these secret arts.
As for why he had come to think this way now—
It could only be said that times had changed.
When a person's thoughts changed and they experienced more of life, their choices naturally changed with them.
Before this, he had been wholeheartedly pursuing Zhu Qingling and did not know how formidable Ding Ling was, so he had naturally never considered this;
later, he felt that he and Zhu Qingling could never have a future and could only give up helplessly. Then, the gates to his new world had been thrown open.
He suddenly realized that becoming Ding Ling's disciple seemed to offer him a much greater chance of becoming a true powerhouse!
Otherwise, he would forever be able to do nothing but eat Zhu Qingling's dust, let alone face Ding Ling, the Sect Leader of the Nine Provinces Divine Sect.
Yasuko had been discharged.
In the middle of the night.
Fortunately, there were always people on duty at the hospital.
Otherwise, getting in or out of the hospital in the middle