"Forget it. So what if I take you as my disciple? Wen Qingye, I accept you," Zhang Zhilin said firmly, shooting to his feet.
Zhou Da couldn't help but laugh mockingly. "Oh? Peak Master, you're really taking him? I heard that because you don't have enough resources for your three disciples, two of them are still hovering at the Destruction Realm Fifth Layer Heaven, and the other is only at the Destruction Realm Second Heaven. At this rate, I'm afraid that when resources are distributed again, you'll give them to Wen Qingye and hold back your three somewhat talented disciples."
How could Wen Qingye not understand the sarcasm laced in Zhou Da's words? He silently committed the name Zhou Da to memory, but his expression remained impassive.
