"Brat. Why do you look gloomy as if you only have fifth-grade innate mana?"
Paskha exhaled his most extended sigh that day before explaining his intention of coming here. "Sir Clove, if you weren't the intermediary between the land and the mountain of immortality, I would still be looking for you."
"Ho? Why so?"
"Sir Clove, please make me your direct disciple."
Sir Clove seemed a little surprised to hear this, then shook his head, saying, "I've never accepted a direct disciple and have no intention of looking for one any time soon. I've been looking for someone who can pass on my true mastery, but there was no match. So I decided to give up."
"What are the requirements to become your direct disciple?"
"At least that person has full tier source and two active soul types." Eh? Isn't this kid...
"Didn't I fit your terms?" asked Paskha in a very confident tone and sounded a bit arrogant if you could say so.
