Baili Hong listened from the side, utterly speechless.
He had originally been planning to find an opportunity to mention Xu Xiao to Xu Changqing.
Yet Senior Brother had taken a liking to the boy's father the moment he arrived... No, he had taken a liking to the man's son.
"The First Direct Disciple intends to take on a disciple?"
"Apparently, he hasn't had a single disciple until now, has he?"
"Well, doesn't he have one now?"
Everyone in the plaza held their breath.
The world knew that Zhen Yuanzi had never accepted a disciple.
There was no other reason: his standards were simply too high.
If one did not meet the requirements, he would never accept them.
Previously, many elders and stewards had tried to pull strings through their connections and sneak in through the back door.
Without exception, every one of them had been rejected.
Therefore, anyone whom Zhen Yuanzi personally chose to accept as a disciple was anything but ordinary.
Though Ruo Qunshuang stood far away, she heard every word of the conversation clearly.
Faced with this situation, she felt rather nervous.
What mother did not wish for her child to have a bright future?
Linglong still held Black Cat in her arms, standing on tiptoe as she looked over there.
The sight reminded her of her master, Mo Qiushui.
She wondered how he had been all these years.
Zhen Yuanzi's gaze was sharp as he asked, "Xu Ping'an, are you willing to take me as your master?"
The instant those words left his mouth, the air above the plaza seemed to freeze solid.
Xu Ping'an's expression shifted for a moment as well.
He hesitated.
It was not that he did not want to.
The man before him possessed unquestionable strength and status. To be noticed by someone