"No."
Shang Yanting answered quickly, without even contemplating.
"Why not?"
On her way here, she was ready to become an aunt of the master.
"Is being someone else's master truly that great?"
Shang Yanting retorted.
Thinking back to when he was a teacher, getting up early every day for morning lessons, and dealing with troublesome students;
Thinking of Luan Zhenfeng far away in Dongxu Country, unable to support 20 senior brothers, so much so that the Eleventh Senior Brother has a chronic problem;
Then consider the ruthless Master Wan Gu, who was slain jointly by Shang Yanting and Niu Chuanchuan…
It doesn't seem that wonderful to be a master.
Shang Yanting looked at her, "Being a teacher…"
Jia Xitong hesitated, "Shortens your life by three years?"
He nodded with satisfaction, a bright child.
As for disciples, let others fight for them, they don't care.
But something's not right.
"If you're not planning to take on disciples, why did we rush here so early?"
