Cao Chong

Ding Ling's eye twitched twice.

He didn't know whether Cao Mengde had come up with this on the spur of the moment.

But Cao Ang had already kowtowed.

And judging by his expression and eyes, he wasn't pretending. He seemed sincere through and through.

Ding Ling thought it over, then agreed.

"I can take you as my disciple. But you'll have to train under Zhao Yun and the others. I can't take you with me."

"No problem!"

Cao Ang was overjoyed and started to drop to his knees and kowtow again.

Ding Ling waved a hand. A surge of energy caught Cao Ang from below, and no matter how he tried, he couldn't kneel.

"Go report to Zhao Yun yourself,"

Ding Ling said.

"Yes, Master!"

Without even stopping to speak further with Cao Mengde, Cao Ang eagerly spurred his horse out of the Imperial Palace and headed for the Wang Residence.

The cavalrymen who had accompanied him stared after him, some envious, some jealous, and some dumbfounded.

Two of those cavalrymen were Players. Both began entertaining the same idea: If I kneel like Cao Ang did, will Ding Ling take me as his disciple?

Becoming Ding Ling's disciple—

Countless Players dreamed of it.

On forums in the Real World, pinned posts covered topics like "How to Win Ding Ling Over," "How to Become Ding Ling's Disciple," "How to Marry Ding Ling," and "How to Earn Ding Ling's Favor"!

The two Players had read those posts too.

They had originally been full of confidence about winning Ding Ling over.

But after seeing him in person, their confidence faltered.

Standing before Ding Ling made them feel as small as if they were gazing up at the boundless sky or out across the sea. Forget approaching him—even meeting his eyes for an instant