"Then can't you give it to your disciples? Liang Yan and Song Qingfeng don't have it, right?" Yijian frowned.
He was also afraid that Lingxu would not agree. Only a fire spirit might tempt Lingxu.
Lingxu pondered for a moment and made a decision. He turned around and looked at Master Yijian, "Well, I can consider taking her in, but she's indeed not suitable to be our last disciple."
Yijian was overjoyed. What he wanted was the Marrow-cleansing Gold from Lingxu's injury. It did not matter whether she was going to be a closed-door disciple or not. "It doesn't matter!"
Just as Lingxu was about to heave a sigh of relief, he heard Yijian ask nervously, "Master Lingxu, if that's the case, then how about the... Marrow-cleansing Gold...?"
"Since they are already my disciples, I will naturally think for them," Lingxu replied.
