He wanted to acknowledge Chuxi as his master?

"What are you doing?" Ling Chuxi jumped in shock and quickly helped him up.

"Senior, this junior has a presumptuous request. I hope senior can help me." Old du said respectfully and expectantly. After seeing Ling Chuxi's amazing martial arts skills and incredible alchemy skills, he no longer dared to treat Ling Chuxi as a peer.

"If there's anything you want to say, you can say it. There's no need to be so formal. Also, my name is Ling Chuxi. You can just call me Chuxi." Ling Chuxi said.

"Senior Ling, I wonder if you have a disciple. Can you take in another disciple?" Old du asked uneasily.

"You want to take me as your master?" Back when Ling Chuxi was in Nan Xia country, she had once taken master Luo as her disciple. Every time that white-bearded old man called her master, she would have goosebumps all over her body. She had long developed a phobia of it. Looking at old DU's graying hair, goosebumps appeared again.