"Was it later?" Ever since Team Xuanyuan Seven was forcefully disbanded, Luan Zheng had concealed his identity. Wu Bei had been asking around for news of his teacher for many years, but he had never had the chance to see him.
"Yes and no. To you, I was taken in later. But to me, I've already become Master's disciple when I have my memories," Qin Ran said.
She was Academician Ning's beloved daughter. Back then, her master had a very good relationship with Academician Ning. It was not that she was begging him to take her daughter as his disciple.
After all, it had been a long time. Qin Ran seemed to be afraid that her words would not be convincing, so she took out her phone and called Luan Zheng.
"Good afternoon, Master," Qin Ran greeted sweetly.
