"Do you all think I deserve to be this young man's master?"
Hu Yiqiu glanced at Jiang Chen's wooden hut, his eyes revealing a touch of emotion: "His talent is so extraordinary, and he is a disciple of that figure. Yet now, I haven't even given him a proper master ceremony, while he...has given me this Spirit Grass and the Sword Canon, I..."
"The Sword Canon?!"
"What?!"
"This Spirit Grass is..."
Jian Cangqiong and the others widened their eyes, full of incredulity.
But in an instant, everyone fell silent, exchanging glances, and showed a wry smile.
If they had wicked intentions, they wouldn't feel anything, but they were all pure-hearted people. Now, upon hearing Hu Yiqiu's words, they felt quite troubled.
A disciple with such talent is rare to encounter in a millennium, and now they have received such a great favor, this...
"Old drunkard, why did he choose you as his master back then?"
Li Yukun spoke softly.
"Hm? Didn't I say? At that time..."
