"Huh?"
Tang Ming lay on the ground, staring blankly at the old man: "But I crippled Sun Zhuangjia, and you're sure you want to take me as your disciple?"
"Yes! Master, why do you want to take him? I was your first disciple."
Upon hearing this, Sun Zhuangjia lost his composure. He had originally hoped the old man would help him get revenge. Now, if Tang Ming becomes part of the sect, they'd be fellow disciples.
"Hmph, you ungrateful disciple. I trained you so hard back then, and you couldn't bear it. You ran away as soon as you broke through to the Nine-star Martial Master, and because of your inadequate skills, you were beaten to a pulp just days after leaving."
The old man looked at Sun Zhuangjia with disdain: "If it weren't for the fact that you're my first disciple, I'd have killed you with my own hands."
"I..."
Sun Zhuangjia opened his mouth but was speechless.
"Senior, I appreciate your kindness, but I truly can't be your disciple because I already have a master."
