She looked down at her hands, clenched her fists, then relaxed them. She felt something indescribable within her body—not strength, but some deeper, more fundamental change.
"Brother, I..." She raised her head and looked at Chen Hao, her eyes shining like stars. "I can cultivate too! From now on, I'll help you fight the bad guys!"
Chen Hao smiled and nodded.
Yang Wanqing poked her head out of the bathroom, wrapped in a white bathrobe. Her hair was still dripping, soaking the collar.
She had vaguely heard them talking about cultivation from inside and could hardly contain herself. Normally, she took at least an hour to bathe, but today she rushed out in less than half an hour.
"Chen Hao, I want to learn too! I want to cultivate too!" She ran out in her bathrobe. Pressing her palms together, she looked at him pleadingly, her eyes full of longing. She paid no attention to the fact that she was wearing a bathrobe, looking both adorable and impatient.
Chen Hao looked at her. "Are you sure you want to cultivate too, Qingqing?"
Yang Wanqing answered without hesitation. "Yes! Chen Hao, I've already thought it through. I want to improve alongside Yaoyao!"
Chen Hao looked at her in silence for a moment, then said, "Cultivation teachings aren't passed on lightly. If you want to cultivate, you must become my disciple."
Yang Wanqing froze. Become his disciple? Take Chen Hao as my master? She thought of Yang Guo and Xiaolongnü. Xiaolongnü had been Yang Guo's master, but hadn't they still become husband and wife?
Oh, what am I thinking! She shook her head, banishing those unruly thoughts.
"Master! Master!" She immediately pressed her palms together and bowed to Chen Hao, her voice bright and clear. "I'm willing to become your disciple!"
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