Chapter 28 They all want to take Yenny as disciple

Yenny's willpower was unusual, but after all, at her young age, it was normal to succumb to such a big temptation.

Trure Trone rarely so urgent and direct, and from his speech, everyone realized that he was satisfied with Yenny, and originally had decided to take her as a disciple.

And at this time, the principal Orien and a few elders also heard the news and rushed over. They bowed respectfully to Constan Dran.

Even the principal, among them, could not help expressing excitement and admiration at the sight of Constan Dran, whom they had never seen before.

Yenny would remember this moment for many, many years to come: Constan Dran, who was worshiped like a god, and Trure Trone, who was completely ignored with a black face.

No contrast, no hurt!

"There is no need for bow to me." Constan Dran raised his hand slightly to show the others not to bow, and then turned his attention back to Trure Trone and Yenny Trang.

"My younger brother-you should keep your word, and since you said the little girl had to be first place in the race to take her as a pupil, you can't change your mind. So this disciple, i will collect it for you." Constan said, with a teasing smile.

He was very pretty and had a natural smile in the corners of his lips and always gave people a warm feeling.

But the truth was, only Trure knew that people like Constan were not close at all.

Except for those few whom he had actually brought into his own household, he was nothing but a smiling face to outsiders.

"That's not the same thing, and she had her reasons this time, so I can make an exception." Trure Trone, unlike many of the others who were deferent to Constan Dran and didn't dare to argue with her, said with a black face, "You don't have to do this for me. If you take it from me, we'll fight again as usual!"

"There is no need to fight. Even if I suppress my strength to the level of a immortality phase, I still take advantage of you. It is not fair for you."

Constan had never seen this little brother cared so much about anything, and he wouldn't have argued with him about anything else, but this disciple was extremely important, he must insist on this time.

"Since you and I both intend to take the little girl as a pupil, would it not be fairer to ask her what she thinks, and who she chooses to be her tutor?" As he spoke, his eyes shifted to the pretty little girl behind Trure Trone.

The cultivation world indeed was a place where one couldn't judge a book by its cover. If he had not seen it, who would have thought that such a young and cute girl had such strong fighting power and energy in her body.

Their teacher had done a divination for him before his ascension, indicating that he would have two boys and half girl in this world, three apprentices.

The reason why he had said "half female" was because the situation of the female apprentice was extremely special.

Not only was the girl's life unpredictable and difficult to detect, but she would have an inevitable death at an early age.

After all these years of waiting, Constan finally sensed the breath of his half-disciple, who was in his own house at the Cloud school, and whose death crisis had passed.

In this way, Yenny was duly what his teacher's prediction, he should take her as one of apprentices. Trure Trone had nothing to do with it.

"..."

Trure was dumbstruck by Constan's fair-sounding but shameless statement.

What was fair? Where was fairness?

You a grand Mahayana, with him a immortality stood together for a girl to choose, where was fair?

"Yenny, you choose whether you want to be my only disciple or his third disciple!" Trure looked back at the little girl, who was still a little goofy at the moment, gave what himself thought was a rare kind smile.

He was openly promising that as long as he was chosen as her teacher, he would not accept any more apprentices and would concentrate on cultivating Yenny, the only one who had been his own disciple.

How to choose, only in a thought between.

At this moment, all eyes were on the super lucky Yenny who was just in meditation phase, but even the Mahayana wanted to take as her apprentice.

"Hum! What kind of luck is this? Why should a three-rate lifeblood be the disciple of the Mahayana? It's not fair!"

Leshir stood far away from Yenny, looking at Yenny who was showing off at the moment, and gnashing her teeth in hatred.

Her voice was not very loud, but Tenny was listening.

Tenny was surprised by her cousin's fortune, and envied that even the Mahayana had reached out to her, but she also knew that Yenny's luck didn't come for nothing.