"No, I, patriarch xuanchen, value a disciple's character the most!" Patriarch xuanchen waved his hand and said.
"Master, I ... I ... I'll change for the better, I'll be an honest man, I ..." Zhaoming said, startled.
"No, you misunderstood me. I mean, I like people like you the most when it comes to accepting disciples. You're not bad. You're very immoral, which suits my taste. Originally, I only wanted to take you as a nominal disciple, but you've succeeded in making me look at you in a new light. I'm ready to take you as an official disciple!" Said patriarch xuanchen.
"Ah?" Zhaoming was dumbfounded. He didn't think that his evil thoughts would become an advantage. He even made him an official disciple! Was he dreaming?!
"Kang Zhaoming, you're not willing?" "What is it?" patriarch xuanchen asked indifferently.
