Hearing Jian Feidao's words, Half-Saint Xuan Yu couldn't help but want to laugh.
Lin Yi, not qualified to be your disciple?
You're making quite the jest.
You should know that even the Supreme Elder thinks you're not quite worthy to be Lin Yi's master.
But, he had nonetheless promised the Supreme Elder not to reveal anything about Lin Yi's comprehension of the Wutian Sword Stele.
Although Half-Saint Xuan Yu was stiflingly uncomfortable, he suppressed the urge to tell the truth and said solemnly, "Jian Feidao, you'd better honestly take Xu Qing as your disciple; otherwise, I can assure you, you will definitely regret it deeply in the future."
Hearing this, Jian Feidao felt somewhat puzzled—how could this old guy, Xuan Yu, be so certain that he would regret it?
It's as if I'm not good enough to be the kid's master.
What a joke, who am I?
I am Jian Feidao!
