Fan Qianshi was moved. "Master, I am your disciple. I have always wanted for you to become my master ever since we first met."
He quickly reflected on their past encounters and softly said, "I was young and naïve. I knew I could trust you, but I was too arrogant to admit it. I wanted to be asked. I liked it when people begged for me to accept their offer, but you were different. Before I found out about your identity, I secretly hoped that you would ask me again to become your disciple, like everyone else."
He talked about the past and sighed in relief.
"Am I not good enough? Do you know that there are many who wish to become my disciple? I have never agreed to any of them."
