Choosing a disciple isn't like picking a maid.
It's not about who catches your eye, but who can pass on your path, someone who shares your pursuits and might someday repay the favor.
In this regard, both Shi Hao and Wang Lin have done well.
There's nothing more to say.
Of course.
That being said, it doesn't stop Chen Zhixing from considering a fair-skinned, beautiful, and lively female disciple to pass the time.
"Hmm, this time I'll bring one back from the Snow Race."
With this thought, Chen Zhixing took another step forward, and his surroundings transformed into a world of ice and snow.
The snow was thick and white.
Light snow fell from the sky, and it seemed the Snowfield Plateau hadn't changed in any way over the tens of thousands of years.
By comparison, it had only been a few years since Chen Zhixing's last visit, so naturally, the Snowfield Plateau hadn't undergone significant changes.
In the small town forged of ice and snow.
