Twelve elders stared at Su Chen in the Fire Pool, stared and stared until they could not help but bitterly smile and shake their heads, each filled with regret and the urge to smack themselves!
Originally, Su Chen could have been a disciple of one of them.
But now...
"Humph!" Heyue Nishang snorted: "One must taste the bitter fruit of their own sowing."
She was very clear just how proud Su Chen was?
The twelve elders had missed the opportunity, and from now on, they could stop dreaming that Su Chen would become the disciple of any one of them, don't even think about it.
"If it doesn't work out, I'll find an appropriate day to personally accept him as a disciple!" The Sect Leader suddenly spoke up.
Instantly, the faces of the twelve elders changed drastically; the Sect Leader had been in power for three hundred and twenty thousand years, seen countless geniuses, but never mentioned taking on a personal disciple.
Unexpectedly...