"Master…" Xie Anan was weeping, her apple-like face red.
Of the three disciples, her aptitude and Cultivation were the lowest. Li Yao had only recruited her as a disciple for her determination.
Li Yao was more than satisfied that she could participate in the research programs of some of the high-end magical equipment. He was not expecting her to become someone great.
Working in the field to one's liking and finding and surpassing one's limits were already good enough.
As a refiner, it was actually Xie Anan who had spent the longest time in Li Yao's company in the past five years.
Her level was the lowest, and her emotions were the most obvious of all. Her affection and unwillingness written all over her face, she sobbed. "Master, are you really leaving just like that?"
