Become a cultivator.
Xie Ruoxi had never considered such a thing.
Last night, she had even thought about the plot where if she couldn't resist the temptation of being kept by Yan Zhanlong, got pregnant, and then suddenly reformed and ran away with the child—that was the most exaggerated scenario she could come up with.
But even that wasn't as crazy as "becoming a cultivator."
"I..." Xie Ruoxi's breathing quickened, "are you saying that I can also..."
"I don't know," Yan Yu said lightly, "We need to confirm, so I'm asking your intentions first."
"Of course, I'd like to!" Xie Ruoxi exclaimed eagerly, almost on the verge of tears, about to kneel on the ground, "Master, please accept Ruoxi's bow! "
"Hold on!" Yan Yu was also shocked by her peculiar thoughts and quickly stopped her, "Have you been reading too many of those teacher-student romance novels?! It's the state that wants to train you to become a cultivator, not me taking you as a disciple!"