The three stared at one another, each with eyes wide as saucers.
Gongxi Chou furrowed his brows deeply.
Unfortunately, this simply wasn't his field.
After pondering for quite a while without reaching any definite conclusion, he finally clapped his hands and spread them helplessly under Gongxi Lai's expectant gaze. "No matter how you look at it... um, being able to cultivate is a good thing. From now on, stay by my side and learn properly. You're at least a sprout growing in a thousand qing of farmland. Wouldn't it be a waste of this opportunity if you accomplished nothing?"
Yang Ying pressed her lips tightly together.
She was still somewhat hesitant deep down.
Though dueling generals meant life and death were disregarded, her father had died at Gongxi Chou's hands. The fact that she could now treat his existence objectively was already the result of repeatedly working through her emotions. Having her learn from him... Yang Ying had a knot in her heart.
But this opportunity truly was rare.
Before she could resolve her hesitation, Gongxi Chou grew impatient with her silence and asked, "What? Am I not worthy of teaching you?"
Did she really think a Fifteenth-Rank Shao Shang Zao was as common as cabbage?
If he were willing to recruit disciples on a large scale, how many people would show up bearing money, sharpen their heads to squeeze in, and kneel to beg him for one precious spot?
He had taken the initiative to offer, and Yang Ying still refused?
That wouldn't do!
No one had ever been able to reject him!
Gongxi Lai secretly poked the soft flesh at Yang Ying's waist. Yang Ying finally came back to herself and said, "No, that's not it. I'd be honored."
Gongxi Chou's expression eased somewhat. "That's more like it...