Are You Willing to Acknowledge Me as Your Teacher?

Beiting Huang suddenly stood up from her chair. Her black robe suddenly fluttered, and his straight body burst out with a powerful force and aura. "He's just a small divine beast. He's just a Three-Sword Star Spirit Master. If he wants to provoke me at any time, then come without fear of death. I'll be prepared to fight him at any time. In this world, there will never be anyone who can take my life!"

His long black hair fluttered without any wind. The confidence in his eyes made the people around him feel their blood boil. Leng Qianmo's heart, which had been cold for many years, was also stirred at this moment. The admiration and tolerance in his eyes when he looked at Beiting Huang had increase.

He nodded slightly, "Little Ninth, I have never taken a disciple in my life. Are you willing to take me as your master?"