"This..."
Having heard this, Jiang Minglong was stunned for a moment and hurriedly said, "Brother Li, how can you become my protector disciple? You are the Second Elder's chief disciple!"
"Just tell me if I'm qualified or not!" Li Wushuang spoke again.
"It's not that, of course not, this..." Jiang Minglong had a look of difficulty on his face.
A protector disciple is akin to the chief disciple's attendant, bound to obey and protect the chief disciple, even at the cost of their own life should the chief disciple face peril—a status comparable to that of a household servant.
At this moment, Lu Zhengqiu glanced at Li Wushuang, his eyes filled with gratification, then turned to Jiang Minglong and said in a clear voice, "Nephew Minglong, what happened today was Wushuang's fault. He is willing to become your protector disciple as a form of amends. Let this be a lifelong reminder to him."
"Let it be so," Mo Tianze also nodded and spoke softly.
