Disciple

Luo Xiaoyu froze when she heard Chen Lin's words, unable to react for a moment.

Chen Lin frowned at the sight. "What, you don't want to?"

"Ah!"

Luo Xiaoyu cried out, then hurriedly bowed to the ground. "I do! Your disciple, Luo Xiaoyu, pays her respects to Master!"

A Nascent Soul Cultivator wanted to take her as his disciple. Only a fool would refuse. Besides, after getting to know him over this time, she knew that her employer was not a follower of the demonic path.

She did not know what he saw in her. First, he had made a minor cultivator at only the sixth layer of Qi Condensation his shopkeeper, and now he wanted to take her as his disciple. Whatever the reason, she could not turn down such an opportunity.

Nor did she dare to.

"Rise. Your master isn't one to cling to formalities."

Chen Lin raised his palm and lifted her with his mana.

As he looked at her delicate face, a trace of longing involuntarily surfaced in his eyes.

This girl bore the surname Luo, and her features resembled Luo Qinglan's by about seventy percent. If she had not lacked Luo Qinglan's cool, aloof air, and if the timing had not been wrong, he would have suspected that she might be Luo Qinglan's reincarnated body.

That was why he had taken notice of her after their chance encounter. An investigation revealed that she was merely an ordinary rogue cultivator, with nothing suspicious about her background and an excellent disposition. He had thus begun considering taking her as his disciple.

Besides the fact that she reminded him of Luo Qinglan, he genuinely needed an assistant. Having to handle everything personally was far too inconvenient.

Her low cultivation was no problem. With his stockpile of pills and