The Three Great Sects

Jorge couldn't help but stroke his beard and then said softly, "I only have you as my disciple, so you're the only one who can inherit this position."

"Can't you go find another disciple?"

Connor asked with a somewhat exasperated expression.

"I never had the intention of taking on more disciples from the start. After all, if my disciples are all as foolish as you, it would become a joke in the world of ancient martial arts!"

Jorge disregarded Connor's feelings and calmly replied.

Connor's expression became even more speechless upon hearing this. Jorge was openly mocking him, and he couldn't find any reason to refute him.

"You don't need to worry too much about this. While you'll be the future leader of the Purple Cloud Sect, it doesn't mean you have to manage the sect. Just like me, you can delegate those responsibilities to others!"

Jorge looked up at him and calmly suggested.

"That's an option?" He seemed surprised.