As she spoke, her gaze briefly lingered on Su Shi'er.
Seeing Su Shi'er's calm expression, she knew that expecting him to answer her question was simply unrealistic.
Changing the subject, Hu Meier said, "Then... what about the second method? He is only an ordinary mortal now. To cultivate to the point where he can enter the Ghost Realm, who knows how many years it would take."
"That is why Su intends to take him as a disciple."
Su Shi'er shrugged and turned his gaze toward Xiao Wujian. "You—are you willing?"
Xiao Wujian froze for a moment, then dropped to his knees with a thud. "I am willing! I beg you, sir, teach me Immortal Arts and save my Mother.
"One day, if I achieve success in cultivation, I will willingly serve at your side and repay this great kindness."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Wujian slammed his head against the ground. After three heavy kowtows, his forehead was already bleeding.
This time, however, Su Shi'er did not stop him.
After cultivating for so many years, he had rarely taken disciples.
Before Xiao Wujian, there had only been little Feng Fei and Bai Wantong of the Night Clan.
There was naturally no need to say more about the former. Feng Fei had entered his sect when his cultivation realm was still weak.
After Feng Fei's grandfather died, he had also raised the little girl with his own hands.
As for Bai Wantong, the Night Clan had cared for him. Though he was Su Shi'er's disciple, Su Shi'er had no idea how his cultivation was progressing now.
They had never had the chance to meet again, and Su Shi'er had never seen him since.
This time, upon encountering Xiao Wujian's reincarnated body, Su Shi'er naturally entertained the thought of taking