Wang Zheng offered himself as an apprentice to Qin Liuxi, which took everyone present by surprise and even shocked some.
"Ah, Senior Brother, if Master accepts him, wouldn't he become our Junior Brother?" The innocent and soft voice of five-year-old Little Wang Chuan broke the silence.
Teng Zhao glanced at her, then at the towering and robust Wang Zheng. Junior Brother?
He closed his eyes.
The master hadn't even fully accepted the role, and a Junior Sister had already appeared, not to mention a Junior Brother who was even older than him?
Indeed, the achiever takes precedence.
The phrase suddenly popped into Teng Zhao's mind.
Wang Zheng, however, didn't mind and said with a smile, "Yes, I am the third disciple."
Qin Liuxi twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "You haven't even prepared to carry the burden, let alone grown a beard. What third disciple?"
Wang Zheng: "?"
