"However, I currently do not have the spare time to take in another direct disciple."
Upon speaking up to here, Ning Zhi took a glance at Feng Xue, who was currently using a fork and knife to cut off the chicken meat from a drumstick while with an upset pout on her face, evidently to be upset about the fact that her master didn't allow her to eat with her hands, then continued speaking.
"After all, just this brat alone is more than enough for me to handle right now."
Meanwhile, right as Feng Xue heard the word "brat" came out from Ning Zhi's mouth, Feng Xue immediately knew that the "brat" that Ning Zhi was talking about was she herself, and thus, Feng Xue turned her face toward Ning Zhi, and upon seeing that Ning Zhi wasn't looking at her, Feng Xue stuck out her tongue and made a face at Ning Zhi, then quickly turned her face back toward her plate as if nothing had happened.
