In order to learn the Sword Dao, Xiao Wuhui did not resist the idea of taking someone as his master, but he would only acknowledge those whose cultivation levels were higher than his own.
Zheng Ming had only just entered the Ascension Realm, to say nothing of the fact that he was not even as skilled as some of his own disciples, yet he had the audacity to suggest Xiao become his disciple.
"You spout such nonsense without fear of the wind snapping your tongue. I'll leave these words with you: if you ever find yourself in trouble, have someone seek my help," Xiao Wuhui assured Zheng Ming as he looked at him, "I'll definitely not let those people make things difficult for you."
As he spoke, Xiao Wuhui rose into the air, his sleeves flapping, his entire being turned into a streak of sword light, vanishing from sight.