Corinton could speak Chinese but had been communicating with others in English. This was a trick he played with those who were present.
It did not matter.
He was a foreigner—an old man, no less, and looked tall and strong. For what it was worth, he wanted to take Yun Jian as his master? What was so good about Yun Jian that Corinton was begging to be her disciple?
The others were befuddled.
While they were caught in the puzzlement, Yun Jian spoke again. "I need a favor from you."
She brought up her purpose flatly but before she could elaborate on said favor, Corinton agreed exaggeratedly, "No problem! As long as you accept me as your disciple, I'll say yes to anything!"
As if to express his sincerity, Corinton had even made a show of patting his sturdy chest and vowed, "I'll give all the titles and honors under my name, Corinton, to you if that's what you want!"
