Since Gu Xijiu's life was already coming to an end, it seemed pointless for her to pursue a disciple that did not need her. Hence, she never really brought it up.
Nevertheless, now that she was drunk, filter in her mouth and brain no longer worked. She finally told him what she had been thinking all this time. Intuitively, she knew it was the right time to talk, so she seized the moment.
"All right, I promise," Di Fuyi promptly said.
As soon as he made that promise, a streak of lightning came flashing down from within the clouds. The dazzling streak surrounded the duo like gilts flying around the air. Di Fuyi was dumbstruck by what had happened.
Gu Xijiu, on the other hand, seemed very happy. "A promise has been made, further enhanced by the streak of flash. From now on, you will be my disciple."
Di Fuyi was still in shock and did not utter a word.
