Thunder Sect Saint Heir's mansion.
Lei Wanjun sat in the chief seat, looking at the two little ones glancing around. He showed a smile that he thought was very kind, and said softly, "I am the Saint Heir of Thunder Sect, the future Holy Master of Thunder Sect, one of the top ten young Martial Saints in Jiuzhou, would you like to take me as your master?"
Chu Chen blinked his round, big eyes and tugged at Chu Xin's clothes, whispering, "Sister, do we need to take a master again?"
Chu Xin thought for a moment and said innocently, "Big brother, can we wait two days before we take a master?"
"Yes, wait two days." Chu Chen nodded in agreement.
"Why?" Lei Wanjun frowned slightly.
He was eager to accept the two little ones as disciples because he was afraid they would be snatched away by the elders of the Holy Land. At that time, he would have no chance to train the two little ones as his own killing tools, or even to strip them of their talents.
