"Towering Zen wants him to become his disciple?" frank thought in his mind as his heart was filled with absolute shock.
He had only had a few interactions with Towering Zen; by a few, he meant two; there was the whole fiasco with the elder of the gate; and right now,
So why was he asking him if he would be his disciple?
"You don't have to give an answer right now. Think about it. I am actually quite a busy person, unlike Red Smoke, who stays around all day with his herbs and pills," towering Zen said.
He wasn't a specialized practitioner like the pill refiner red smoke, so he had to do other stressful things for the base; otherwise, he'd get in trouble with administration.
Frank bowed to towering zen and said nothing; he didn't want to rush such an important matter.
"Let me know whenever you make a decision," towering zen stated flatly.
"Now sit, let's get back to why you're really here," Towering Zen said, dropping his cup.
