Lin Chen's pupils widened upon hearing the news.
What was meant to come has finally arrived.
The old gentleman, needless to say, was naturally Zhong Nan, whom Lin Chen had met a few days ago.
If it were someone else, Lin Chen's emotional reaction wouldn't have been so intense.
But now, it concerned the position of National Preceptor, the future of the Cangling Ancient Country.
"Does the mentor know?" Lin Chen asked.
"I... I haven't told him yet." Bai Ling replied weakly, "I'm afraid to tell him."
"Why?"
"The mentor treats me very well, I'm afraid if I become an apprentice, it will hurt his heart."
"Do you want to?"
"The old gentleman doesn't have much time left, I'm also afraid to hurt his heart."
"So what's your true thought?" Lin Chen understood Bai Ling's character.
Often when she thinks about things, she considers them from the other person's perspective, rarely accounting for her own feelings.
This was a character trait developed during her years of illness.
