Becoming a Disciple

Jiang Ming originally wanted to read the contents of the letter, but he remembered that Madman Senior's matter had not been resolved yet, so he immediately looked at Madman Senior. 

"Get up quickly. You don't need to be my disciple. Just do better in the future," he said awkwardly. 

Only Zhu An'an was qualified to be his disciple. Anyone else doing it made him feel old. 

"Thank you, Ning Caichen." 

Madman Senior stood up, and his impression of Jiang Ming increased by another level. He could not help but sigh in his heart. 

He had followed a good master. 

Although Madman Senior said so, he still admitted that Jiang Ming was his master. 

Seeing that Madman Senior finally stood up, Jiang Ming heaved a sigh of relief. 

Fortunately, Madman Senior did not kneel for a long time. Otherwise, Jiang Ming would have died of embarrassment. 

Thinking of this, he looked at the letter.