"Take you as my disciple?"
Guy's expression froze.
That caught him off guard.
What he had just done was, plainly put, nothing more than playing hard to get.
A boy who had been looked down on since childhood, ignored by everyone, and forced to struggle alone.
Guy naturally knew how to handle someone like that.
First, show goodwill and unquestionable strength.
Then, offer what seemed like a casual opportunity for "guidance," while actually leaving him a choice.
Ziro would definitely seize it tightly!
That way, Guy could naturally "guide" him.
And in the process, naturally learn from and draw upon his Seven Heavens Breathing.
But he truly had not expected Ziro to directly ask to become his disciple.
Guy instinctively wanted to refuse.
But as the words reached his lips, he saw the desperate longing in Ziro's eyes.
A trace of hesitation appeared on Guy's face.
Ziro's talent had absolutely been severely underestimated.
He was only ten years old, yet he had already independently explored and mastered the first two activations of Seven Heavens Breathing.
If he could be guided onto the right path in time and given systematic training and instruction.
His future achievements might be limitless.
Bringing him to Spirit Mountain would not be a bad idea either.
"As for taking a disciple..."
Guy looked at Ziro, who was kneeling on the ground, and fell silent for a moment.
"I am not from the Land of Wind."
Guy spoke slowly, his voice calm.
Ziro raised his head. His gaze did not waver in the slightest; instead, it grew even firmer.
"Where you are from is not important to me, Master. I am determined to become your disciple!"
"I am not from the Land of Wind."
Guy repeated himself, staring directly at Ziro.
"Are you sure you want to