"Damn it, you old fossil, this has nothing to do with you. Get lost."
Lu Cheng's face darkened as he issued an order to leave. He did not want these outstanding disciples snatched away.
"Oh, Old Lu, saying something like that is far too distant. Who doesn't know that we're sworn brothers, as close as iron? You're truly breaking my heart by speaking to me like this." The yellow-robed elder did not care about Lu Cheng's attitude in the slightest. He stared at Jiang Yaru and the others, and his eyes immediately lit up.
"Not bad, not bad. They really are fine seedlings. To think they had the fortune to bathe in Dragon Blood and improve their aptitudes—such a thing is rarely seen. It seems the quality of this Dragon Blood was extremely high as well. One look tells me that they are fated with this old man."
A gleam flashed through his eyes. Clearly, he had instantly examined Jiang Yaru and the others' aptitudes as well, and a desire to cherish talent rose within him.
"Fated my ass! Get the hell out of here!"
Lu Cheng gritted his teeth. "These are disciples I just took in. There's no share for you, so stop getting in the way here." He had the urge to sweep this shameless old man straight out the door.
The moment he walked in, he wanted to steal his genius disciples. Wasn't that just looking for trouble?!
"Old Lu, enjoying alone is not as good as enjoying together. Hogging everything for yourself leads nowhere. Besides, you're only one person—can you really teach so many disciples?" the yellow-robed elder said. "Why not give a few to me and let me help lighten your burden?"
"Get lost! This old man likes to keep everything to himself. Forget a