"I am not a ghost or goblin, I am a True Cultivator." She said once more.
True Cultivator?
The little boy knew there were many True Cultivators in this city, those adults were revered figures.
Those people were honored as Immortal Masters.
What is an Immortal Master doing here?
"Do you want to be my disciple?" Gu Shengyin asked bluntly.
Disciple? A True Cultivator wants to take him as a disciple?
The little boy was delighted for a second, then immediately reacted: "I... I'm just a beggar child, there are many powerful young masters and misses in the city..."
"Those useless people, how can they compare to you?" Gu Shengyin's tone was indifferent, as if stating an obvious fact.
"Compared to your talent, those people are mere ants."
The little boy was somewhat confused.
In his memory, the expression he received most from others was disgust and disdain, and the words he heard most were "little beggar" and "ugly monster."
No one had ever said he was better than others.
