Song Yun's expression faltered slightly upon hearing this, and his eyebrows involuntarily furrowed as he said, "I don't take disciples."
"But I really want to take you as my master!"
Brother Tang said with a determined look, "Even if I can't be your True Disciple, I am willing to just be a little brother who serves you tea and water!"
Song Yun was now quite speechless. How had things come to this while they were fighting?
Could this kid have a masochistic tendency?
Unbelievable!
"Do whatever you want, but I warn you, keep your distance from me. I won't take a disciple, and I won't take you as a disciple either. If you think you can move me with sincere effort, then you're mistaken!"
"But... but if I don't become your disciple, I'll regret it for the rest of my life!"
Brother Tang said in a servile tone, "I really don't want to remain stuck in this bottleneck for the rest of my life and meet the same depressed end as my former martial arts master!"
"Think whatever you want."
