Sikong Jing stared at Leng Sha and said bluntly, "Leng Sha, you have no talent for learning the hammer..."
As his voice fell, Leng Sha trembled violently all over and immediately begged, "Master, I'll work hard. Please don't cast me out of the sect."
Just as he had expected, Sikong Jing would probably follow with the rest of that sentence.
But Leng Sha knew that if he gave up now, he would surely drift farther and farther away from Bai Xiaojin...
For the rest of his life, there would be no possibility left between them.
As he spoke, tears nearly spilled from his eyes. He desperately said, "Master, as long as you don't drive me away, I'll go back right now and think of every possible way to pester my grandfather. I'll definitely make him send you a vote."
To keep Sikong Jing from driving him away, Leng Sha was prepared to go all out.
Earlier, in a rush of hotheadedness, he had followed Bai Xiaojin in taking a master. Only after calming down did he realize how cruel reality was.
Even if he had whimsically taken a master younger than himself, he probably still would not be allowed to stay.
Before Sikong Jing could speak, Bai Xiaojin frowned and said, "Leng Sha, I seem to remember that there's something wrong with your body. Even if Master reluctantly takes you in, if you can't learn anything, wouldn't that just make Master lose face for nothing?"
Bai Xiaojin had now been completely won over by Sikong Jing, so she considered everything from his side.
What use was a disciple who could only fight for three breaths?
Those words deeply stung Leng Sha...
Bai Xiaojin had no idea of his feelings for her. And she had only just remembered that there was