"Disciple, good disciple!" Ye Wen's gaze trembled, and his large hand reached out, excitedly stroking Zhiyan's head, calling out 'disciple' three times, striking the bald men and others like thunder once again.
Wasn't it said that she was only a candidate for Ye Wen's disciple? Since she was a candidate, that meant it was not certain. How did it become so definite in just a little while, even calling him master?
Did this little girl really become the disciple of the venerable Ye Wen?
Not only were the bald men and others struck like by thunder, but the students of the Sage class were also excitedly stunned. To be apprenticed to the venerable Ye Wen, what an honor and stroke of luck was that?
From now on, their Sage class would have a disciple of the venerable Ye Wen, such an honor was hard to find even if you were searching with a lantern.
