Huang Bingyi looked at the old but clean needle pack and took it with both hands.
His rough fingers brushed over it.
"I can't just take advantage of the young, but a master accepting a disciple's respect is only natural," his cloudy and sharp eyes looked at Qiao Xi and asked, "Are you willing to become the nineteenth generation successor of the Gold Needle Technique?"
In his life, he has always been competing with Cheng Han.
Even their medical skills were considered equally matched.
But Cheng Han's disciple, he really coveted.
If he also took her as a disciple, he wouldn't be losing to Cheng Han.
Qiao Xi was in disbelief.
Stunned, she stood rooted to the spot.
Not just her, even shock and surprise flashed across the Lu family father and daughter's eyes!
Huang Bingyi had said he wouldn't take disciples, how could he slap his own face!