When Mo Lingzi looked around, his eyes were shining with a golden light, and his face was filled with disbelief.
"Is taking in disciples so lucrative?" Mo Lingzi cried out in surprise and picked up a white porcelain jar. This jar was white and flawless, it was extremely beautiful. When he held it in his hand, it was ice-cold and felt extremely good.
Back then, when he took in a disciple…
It was terrible. Not only did the bandit give him a tiny bit of silver, he asked him to raise her from a baby!
When Xie Qiao was young, he was so worried about that little bit of silver that his hair turned white!
Fortunately, this child was lucky. Every time he was at the end of his rope, there would always be a fool who would come to him for a fortune-telling. They would give him a large sum of money so that he could continue raising the child.
Xie Qiao's life was difficult, but she was also blessed.
