"How did it go, Duan Jingtian? Did Father take you as his disciple? Why did he make me leave? Is there some secret?"
Seeing Su Mo's clone emerge, Qin'er, who had been waiting all along, hurriedly went up to him. Her little mouth fired off questions like a string of firecrackers.
"No," the clone shook his head.
"What do you mean, no? He didn't take you as his disciple? Or there's no secret?" Qin'er hurriedly asked, firing off another three questions in rapid succession.
"None of it. He didn't take me as his disciple, and there's no secret either!" The clone shook his head and strode away.
"None of it...!"
Qin'er watched Su Mo's clone stride away, her face blank with bewilderment. Still, she was not particularly surprised.
After all, getting her father to accept a disciple was no easy matter.
She simply could not understand why her father had driven her out of the hall.
Qin'er turned back to glance at the Xuantian Divine Hall once more, then turned and walked into the hall.
However, after entering the hall, she did not find her father. In the end, she could only leave helplessly.
After Su Mo's clone returned to Jingtian Manor, he quietly waited.
Nothing happened that day. Early the next morning, the clone left Jingtian Manor and headed for the Xuantian Divine Hall once again.
Before long, he arrived before the gates of the Xuantian Divine Hall.
"Greetings, Elder Xuantian!" Su Mo cupped his fists and bowed toward the tightly shut hall doors.
Buzz~~
The hall doors trembled lightly, then slowly opened.
The clone lifted his gaze and saw that there were two people in the great hall.
The one seated in the seat of honor was not Elder Xuantian, but a short, sturdy old man.
He