Jade Ding Zhenren and Subhuti sat on their knees in the rear courtyard, while Yang Jian knelt behind and to the left of his master.
"Your disciple's cultivation is quite good. I remember that when I last saw him, he had only just begun cultivating." Subhuti looked at Yang Jian, warmth in his eyes.
He thought highly of Yang Jian. The child was deeply filial; he split a mountain to save his mother and accepted the imperial summons for his master's sake. He was a man of great virtue.
However, reaching the realm of a Saint would be difficult for him.
"Martial Uncle, if you like him, I can let him take you as his master. You only need to give me the two people at the entrance as disciples." Jade Ding Zhenren suddenly smiled.
Yang Jian, seated behind him, felt stabbed in the heart. Although he knew his master did not truly mean it, it still sounded unpleasant.
Subhuti smiled. "You certainly know how to joke."
Jade Ding Zhenren turned serious. "Martial Uncle, I am not joking. That monkey and that handsome young man are both exceptionally gifted—rare talents indeed. If I were to train them, they would surely become figures on par with Great Luo Golden Immortals in the future!"
Subhuti merely smiled faintly. "Great Luo Golden Immortals? That would truly be an injustice to him."
Jade Ding Zhenren had been delighted, but upon hearing those words, his expression changed.
He immediately performed a divination with his fingers, and his heart trembled again as he looked at Subhuti in astonishment.
"Jade Ding, that handsome young man—are you still willing to take him as your disciple?" Subhuti suddenly asked mischievously.
Jade Ding Zhenren hurriedly waved his hands. "No, no, no! I wouldn't dare. I wouldn't dare. This..."
"I'm afraid