"No matter what, it was never your turn to become a disciple."
Cheng Lingdang, super in love with her own reflection, touched her cheek and snickered, "After all, with a gem like me setting the precedent, only the blind wouldn't prefer me over you."
"Besides... I know my grandparents well, they are absolutely sharp-witted and far from blind."
Having said this with confidence, Cheng Lingdang deliberately snorted with an air of smugness, "In conclusion, your wish to become a disciple is destined to be unfulfilled. People ought to be self-aware. What I just demonstrated was merely one of my countless skills; you stand no chance against me. I suggest you drop the idea of discipleship sooner rather than later."
Her words were quite rude.
Shi Yiqing's face turned red with anger, "I don't want you as my master, who are you to make decisions for Mr. Xiao and Mrs. Xiao?"
