Zeng Mu rubbed his ears, trying to make sure there was nothing wrong with his hearing.
He looked at the man again. Seeing how earnestly he was watching him, Zeng Mu could not help saying, "No way. Uncle Kiddon, are you serious?"
"Of course I am." Even Qidunston seemed to find the answer strangely unreal.
Who was Qidunston? He had once been Temple Master Malena's informal teacher, was Duke Jerry's close friend, and shared a friendship with Soxia that transcended their ages. Within the Holy Temple, he lived under an assumed identity and was known only to its upper ranks. He was a wind Elementalist, a senior Elemental Artifact Master capable of refining third-tier Elemental Artifacts.
Anyone else would already have dropped to one knee to give thanks for such an extraordinary blessing. Yet Nameless seemed a little slow on the uptake-or so the looks of those around him suggested.
Yenaier could not stand this fellow, whose head was sometimes more impenetrable than rotten wood. Standing in the crowd, she hurriedly waved at him. When he failed to notice, she crossed her forefinger and thumb, slipped them into her mouth, and blew a clear, piercing whistle, shattering the hall's spellbound atmosphere.
"Well? Do you not need my help? Don't misunderstand. I can only offer you some assistance on the path of an Elementalist. If you are willing, are you ready to become my last personal disciple, the final disciple I will ever take? That place has been vacant for twenty years."
Coming back to his senses, Zeng Mu assumed a solemn expression, as hushed and reverent as the sacred moment of a new pope's coronation.
"Of course." He knelt on one knee and bowed to the man. "If you are willing to accept me, I would be deeply honored to