When Xu Fan saw the little boy, he decided to accept him as a disciple, even without any connection to Wang Yulun.
Because when Xu Fan saw the little boy, his mood improved a lot, and he was infected by the boy's clean temperament.
"What's your name?" Xu Fan looked at the lucky little boy and said.
"Li Xingci, six years old this year, and I can recognize a thousand characters now." The little boy smiled and seemed very infectious.
"Would you like to worship me as your Master?"
"Yes, uncle Wang said that if I worship you as my Master, I can become an immortal flying high in the sky."
"Then can you tell me what cultivation is for?" Xu Fan asked again.
"To succeed in cultivation and make my dad apologize to my mom in front of her grave."
Xu Fan's fingertip shone with spiritual light, and he gently tapped the little boy's brow to test him after the meeting.
"Actually, your dad is also a victim, but I still support your idea."
