Nezha himself breathed a sigh of relief. If he were taken in as a disciple, how would he face his most respected teacher, Nuwa, back home?
Compared to an old man with a white beard, of course, a beautiful master is more appealing!
But again, if Old Deng really insisted on taking him in, offering ample benefits, being with Old Deng while keeping his heart with Nuwa wasn't impossible.
After Hong Jun finished accepting disciples, he didn't start the lecture. Clearly, he had more to say.
"Seven saint positions are ordained by heaven, among which my six disciples are destined. You six can all become saints."
When Hong Jun finished saying this, there was an uproar below, especially from Kunpeng. He felt both uncomfortable and happy. Uncomfortable because he had rightfully been occupying a saint position, only to be knocked out of it by someone. Happy because arrogant Nezha didn't get one either.
His mind alternated between anger and delight, making him appear as if he was going mad.
