"I'll take him as my apprentice," Han Mochen said, initially just offhandedly mentioning it, but after speaking, he thought it might not be a bad idea.
Even that old monster Huo Zongtao knew he couldn't resist the tide of time and was nurturing a successor for himself.
He was Death, but also human, cultivating a successor for himself to inherit everything, to continue his style, was also a good thing.
With the Huo Family's genes, Huo Siyu's son, he still believed in it very much.
"No way!!" Shen Li almost screamed, instinctively clutching her chest, leaning back against the large armrest.
She felt cold sweat about to drip from her forehead. Was this a gift?
This was intimidation, wasn't it? Her heart was about to have issues from the fright.
"Hey, hey..." Han Mochen's voice was extremely displeased, "Many people beg for a teacher like me and can't have it; why are you so disdainful?"
