Qin Ran had already made up his mind to take Pan Li as his disciple.
He only had three days left to live. If he failed to find even one of the eighteen disciples he had taken in the past within that time, then death would be unavoidable.
More than ten thousand years had passed since he had first fallen into slumber. Waking up in such a short window left him with no confidence that he could track down his former disciples in time.
Under those circumstances, accepting a new disciple was the safest choice.
As long as he could break through to the Original Movement realm, his lifespan would increase by a large margin, removing the immediate threat hanging over his head.
Once that pressing problem was dealt with, he could take Pan Li with him and search for his other eighteen disciples at his own pace.
As for the Gong Clan, Qin Ran wasn't worried at all.
