"Grandma? This is too sudden!"
Meng Yiran was stunned.
Although she highly recognized Zhu Zhuqing's strength, especially her black needle, which was simply a stroke of genius, it greatly impressed her, who enjoyed studying Hidden Weapons and playing house.
But she had never thought of becoming a disciple.
Following her grandparents in cultivation was actually very comfortable.
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were also taken aback.
They were talking so well, why did becoming a disciple suddenly come up?
Especially Ning Rongrong, her small mouth couldn't help but purse:
Her junior sister Zhu Zhuqing had just shown rebelliousness, daring to kiss their teacher in front of her. If another budding Meng Yiran joined, what would happen then?
Most importantly, both of their figures were better than hers, well-endowed in front and back. What if they saw the teacher's immortal appearance later and also fell for the teacher?
What if they used their 'big water balls' to tempt the teacher, could the teacher resist the temptation?
Ahhh!
Ning Rongrong's sense of crisis was very strong!
"Senior, you jest. Your titles of Dragon Duke and Snake Woman are much more renowned than mine. With your guidance, why would she need to become my disciple?" Xin said indifferently.
He glanced at Meng Yiran; her aptitude was indeed decent, though not top-tier, it was still rare.
However, he already had two more excellent disciples to nurture. If a new disciple was well-behaved, it would be fine, but if she was as restless as Ning Rongrong, he really wouldn't have the energy to manage her.
"Alas, although we two old folks made a name for ourselves in the Spirit Master's world in earlier years, we are, after all, getting older, and our physical condition is not as good as before. I'm afraid I will never break through to the Spirit Saint realm in this lifetime.
Our strength is declining; otherwise, we wouldn't have been so careless as to fail to guard a thousand-year Spirit Beast like the Phoenix-Tailed Crested Serpent, allowing Zhao Wuji and his disciples to take advantage."
"My granddaughter's Spirit is the same as mine, a Snake Staff. If she follows my path, her future achievements won't be much higher than mine."
"But I can see, young friend, that you have a talent for nurturing. If Meng Yiran can become your disciple, she might learn new things and develop her potential to the fullest."
"As the saying goes, a thousand-mile horse is common, but a Bole is not. A good teacher is hard to find. I ask that you, young friend, give my granddaughter a chance."
"Meng Yiran, why aren't you coming to pay respects to your teacher?" Snake Woman called Meng Yiran, her tone quite strict.
Meng Yiran walked over somewhat reluctantly, but when she met Snake Woman's rarely serious and stern gaze, she knew that Grandma truly wanted her to become a disciple this time.
She also muttered to herself, but could only comply, cupping her hands and saying: "Please accept me as your disciple, Teacher."
Meng Yiran secretly glanced at Xin . This masked teacher had quite a good demeanor, like an unparalleled prodigy from some Heart of Fire Academy.
However, he shouldn't be old enough to be a teacher; at most, he could be a senior brother. Was he really as amazing as Grandma said, a rare good teacher?
The two girls just said that they had only recently become disciples, and their strength had already undergone a qualitative change. She wondered if it was true?
"Senior Snake Woman, I never force anyone when accepting disciples. If your granddaughter isn't truly willing to become my disciple, even if I accept her out of respect for you, it will be trouble if she doesn't obey instructions or can't endure the hardship of training later. It's better not to accept this disciple."
Xin noticed that Meng Yiran seemed to have concerns and said indifferently.