At this point, he asked with a chuckle:
"But it's not too late now. As long as you kneel and kowtow to me, call me master, voluntarily sever all ties with Lin Beichen, I will accept you as my disciple and make you an inner sect disciple of the thousand-year Thunder Blade Sect."
As soon as he said this, the crowd from Zhongcheng Hall was in an uproar.
All eyes turned to Zhao Weinan, filled with envy, jealousy, and fury.
The inner sect disciples, like Zhao Wuxing, clenched their fists tightly, their teeth almost biting out blood, wishing they could take her place.
Why is Zhao Weinan so lucky?
Why does everything always fall into her lap?
However, just when everyone thought Zhao Weinan would kowtow, they saw that she remained unmoved.
Qin Wenhua did not wait long.
Only five seconds later, he let out a cold snort.
"Since you don't want to be my disciple, become my slave! I want to see if your affection for Lin Beichen is true and if Lin Beichen feels the same about you."
