The old man's sleeve technique completely captivated Ning Bukong. He followed the old man all the way, and with the old man's cultivation, he naturally noticed him.
Under the old man's questioning gaze, Ning Bukong dropped to his knees. "This disciple wishes to take you as his master and learn martial arts. I beg you to accept me."
He prostrated himself fully, utterly sincere.
But the old man waved a hand. "This old man already has a disciple and will not take another. You should go back."
With that, the old man employed his lightness skill and quickened his pace.
Ning Bukong was frantic and unwilling to give up.
He began chasing after the old man with all his strength, but after pursuing him for over a hundred meters, he completely lost track of him.
Over the following days, Ning Bukong tirelessly searched the surrounding area for traces of the old man. He believed that he would certainly succeed in becoming his disciple, firmly convinced that the old man was merely testing his sincerity.
Ning Bukong's persistence did bear fruit. A full three months later, he finally found the old man once more.
Under the old man's astonished gaze, he knelt before him and begged him to accept him as a disciple.
The old man was stunned.
"You still haven't given up?"
"This disciple sincerely wishes to become your disciple. I beg you, Master, to accept me!"
Ning Bukong knocked his head against the ground, producing heavy thuds.
Seeing this, the old man swept out his right sleeve. A powerful gust stirred, lifting Ning Bukong to his feet in an instant.
Under Ning Bukong's bewildered gaze, the old man pulled forward a young man behind him who was about the same age as Ning Bukong.
"This is this old man's