Qiao Wei's mouth fell open in surprise.
After regaining his composure, he told the young man to "Please raise your head."
Huang Taichen slowly raised his head, and his pair of brilliant but anxious eyes met with Qiao Wei's. Despite the tangled mane of raven hair that framed his face, an undeniable youthful charm emanated from him.
"Shizun, please accept me as your disciple," Huang Taichen repeated before knocking his head to the ground in a kowtow.
Qiao Wei swallowed hard.
"Please rise to your feet."
"If Shizun doesn't want me, I will not move from here," Huang Taichen stubbornly said.
"I can always drag you away by your ear," Zhang Fengxi teased the young man. "Do you prefer that?"
