"To be honest, I was taking a gamble myself," Zhao Yunhui said. "The divination signs were rather vague, but if I said nothing, Senior, you probably wouldn't think much of me, and I feared you wouldn't give me any guidance in the formation arts. So I could only steel myself and keep talking."
"I never expected this," Zhu Fancheng sighed. "Girl-no, Yunhui, would you be willing to take me as your master?"
"What?" Zhao Yunhui froze.
"Sister, what are you standing there for?" Zhao Xin'er hurriedly called out.
The other women all looked excited.
Huang Xiao had mentioned that Zhao Yunhui was coming to receive Zhu Fancheng's guidance, but no one could guarantee how much she would learn from him.
That would depend entirely on Zhao Yunhui's own ability.
Becoming Zhu Fancheng's disciple, however, meant truly earning his recognition. This was the best possible outcome.
They believed Zhao Yunhui would certainly have no trouble, but it would take time.
Zhu Fancheng would surely need to observe her as well. Taking a disciple was too important a matter to treat casually.
Yet now, Zhu Fancheng had directly offered to take her as his disciple. It was utterly unexpected.
"Your disciple, Zhao Yunhui, pays her respects to Master. Master, please accept your disciple's bow." Coming back to her senses, Zhao Yunhui hurriedly knelt and kowtowed to Zhu Fancheng.
"Good, good, good." Zhu Fancheng smiled with deep satisfaction. "Get up. Quickly, get up."
Looking at Zhao Yunhui after she stood, Zhu Fancheng said with some emotion, "After all these years, I never imagined I would gain a disciple of such talent as I approached the end of my lifespan. Heaven has treated me well."
"Master, I'm not as good as you say," Zhao Yunhui said, her face reddening slightly.
"You are that good."