Feng Xiu opened his mouth, but Xyl beat him to it with a shake of his head. "You'll be awarded an A-rank license. There is no doubt about that, but there is another thing I would like to talk to you about."
Lin Fang exhaled softly. Truthfully, that was a relief. But one thing still gnawed at him.
He glanced back at Xyl and bowed slightly. "I'm sorry, but I already inherited my master's legacy. And I'm not becoming anyone else's disciple."
Xyl's laugh boomed again, rich and amused at Lin Fang's reaction.
"You? My disciple? Relax, kid. I'm not Li Chengfeng. I don't take students who've already found their path. I like molding clay, not sculpting statues. You're too old to learn my ways..."
Lin Fang was slightly embarrassed, but then asked. "Then what do you want from me?"
The SS-rank leaned forward with a conspiratorial spark in his eyes.
"I'm inviting you to the Red Cloud Mercenary Group."
Lin Fang's brows rose. "Red Cloud? Never heard of it."
