"I was just about to tell you."
Hearing Yan Chuan mention that Yu Jinpeng and the other two wanted to become disciples, Cheng Fengxiao sighed, "In the first half of my life, I've taken in four apprentices. Three of them abandoned me, leaving only you. You're naturally gifted and have profound comprehension, yet I've delayed you for so long, proving I'm not a qualified Master. You don't need to take me as your teacher. If they're interested and you don't mind, you could take them under your wing instead. They are disciples you know well, who have stayed during tough times, not judging by talent, at least they are decent in character."
"Master hasn't delayed me; it's just that I was slow to enlighten."
Yan Chuan hurriedly said. Indeed, he had been dense for twenty years, blaming only the 'Purple Mist Palace' for coming late.
"As for accepting apprentices, you handle it. One more thing—"
