The sky gradually darkened, and the first round of the battle had finally ended. There were only around two hundred people left. The finals were to be held in about three days.
Under everyone's gaze, Luo Weiwei was also embarrassed to talk to Qin Jue, so she could only follow the crowd and leave the square.
"There are quite a few good seedlings this year."
The First Elder stroked his beard and said with a smile, "If that girl is able to enter the top fifty of this Mountain Gate Tournament, I can consider taking her as my disciple."
"Old Wang, stop thinking about it. That girl has nothing to do with you."
Bai Ye interrupted the First Elder.
The First Elder was stunned. "What? You want to take her as your disciple too?"
"Not me, but my junior brother."
Bai Ye pointed at Qin Jue and said meaningfully.
"What? Junior Brother Qin wants to take in a disciple?"
The First Elder was shocked.