"Yes, we wish to cultivate immortality, then seek vengeance upon the murderers of our father. Please grant us your blessing, immortal master." The elder sister prostrated herself on the ground, kowtowing deeply before Zhang Lei.
Zhang Lei glanced at Qi Tian, saying, "Junior Brother, what do you suggest we do?"
Qi Tian knew Zhang Lei's meaning. She really did not want to take on disciples. For a cultivator, accepting disciples is a very serious matter. Just like in the Huangque Hall of the Imperial Master Mansion, where thousands of young boys and girls from the Great Zhao gather. Even reaching the Qi Cultivation Mid-Phase is incredibly difficult, let alone the Foundation Establishment Stage. All these young boys and girls at Huangque Hall are meticulously vetted, the cream of the crop from a vast selection.
Even so, many disciples of Huangque Hall go through their whole lives without a designated master, just like Qi Tian, who until now, has no master.