"Rejected?"
Qinglian Jiao glanced at Ren Changsheng and paused slightly. In Qingqiu, countless people came to pay respects to her, hoping to become her disciple. Numerous elders, even the Supreme Elder, wished their descendants would learn under her banner.
Yet regrettably.
Her temper was not good; she looked down on everyone. Throughout Qingqiu, no one was taken in. Even the esteemed Du Sanniang once sought to be her disciple but was refused.
"As long as you follow me to Qingqiu, you'll definitely agree to become a disciple once there!"
Qinglian Jiao spoke coldly and proudly.
Her eyes were filled with confidence. She believed that Ren Changsheng before her would definitely choose to become a disciple. The reason he hadn't done so now was simply because Ren Changsheng did not yet understand her supreme status in Qingqiu.
"Oh!"
Ren Changsheng's eyes flickered with light, but he said nothing more.
"Aunt, how should we deal with these people?"
