"But he hasn't pledged to a master yet?! He mastered an entry-level Body Technique in a single day! A talent like that belongs in my Jinghong Lineage! Before the master-disciple ceremony, a disciple naturally has the right to choose their own master and lineage. Fan Zhengchu, you have no say in this!"
Elder Lu said, his eyes wide.
'You could tell he was truly getting desperate.'
'This Elder Lu hadn't been this worked up the day before yesterday.'
Before Fan Zhengchu could speak, a gentle voice rang out. "Is the Jinghong Hall Master so remarkable? Qin Fang is a disciple of my Guiyuan Lineage; this was his own choice. Unless he himself wishes it, no one can take him away. Han Lingxiao wants to make him a True Inheritance disciple? What a coincidence. So do I."
As the voice faded, a streak of light descended from the sky.
The light dissipated, revealing an old man in a simple gray robe.
