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"Mr. Jiang, could you take me as your disciple?" Zhou Hongmeng knelt on the ground, earnestly pleading.
In the world of martial arts, only the strong are revered. Zhou Hongmeng was not foolish; she understood Jiang Chen's significance. Lin Yin was young yet so formidable, not merely due to her talent but because she had the fortune of encountering a great master. Thus, she disregarded everything and knelt before Jiang Chen in public.
Zhou Zhi arrived late and saw his granddaughter kneeling before Jiang Chen. He now held a deep respect for Jiang Chen and realized that his granddaughter had acted too rashly. He hurried to explain on her behalf.
Jiang Chen looked at Zhou Hongmeng with an indifferent expression. If she had exceptional talent for cultivation, he would have taken her as a disciple the night before at Yan Gui Tower.
Although Jiang Chen had come with the intention of accepting disciples, he regrettably had not encountered anyone remarkable over the past two days—no one who could astonish him or possessed spiritual roots. Individuals like Ye Ming, who had spiritual roots, were hard to find even in the Xiu Xian World, let alone on Earth. Jiang Chen admitted to himself that he might be harboring unrealistic expectations. However, he knew it was unwise to rush into accepting disciples. If he were to take on a disciple now, his standards would naturally be higher. Even Lin Yin, if it weren't for her good fortune in seeking him out upon his rebirth, might not have been accepted by him.
Sometimes, a person indeed needs luck.
"I am not planning to accept disciples at this moment; you may rise," Jiang Chen said flatly before turning to leave.
"Zhou niece, one must not take the path of transmission lightly. A master like Mr. Jiang will not easily accept disciples. Kneeling before him is futile; accepting a disciple relies on fate, and perhaps your fate with Mr. Jiang has yet to arrive," Liu Chaowu consoled her before chasing after Jiang Chen.
In Liu Chaowu's view, there was no way Mr. Jiang would accept disciples so easily; if kneeling could guarantee acceptance, he would have done so long ago.
Zhou Hongmeng felt disheartened but found herself powerless. After kneeling for a long time, she slowly stood up.
At the exit of the Martial Arts Hall, Jiang Chen unexpectedly spotted Chu Mei and Wang Duoduo peering in. However, he pretended not to see them and got into a Rolls-Royce with Li Fushi, driving away.
Chu Mei and Wang Duoduo had not secured tickets for that night's Martial Arts Arena Tournament and were reluctant to spend hundreds of thousands on two tickets.
They were there for two reasons: Wang Duoduo was waiting for Chen Ran to reconcile with him, and she had heard that Manager Qian was looking for someone to deal with Lin Yin, so they wanted to observe the situation. What surprised them was that both Lin Yin and Jiang Chen seemed unharmed and had even exited halfway through the event only to get into a Rolls-Royce.
The contrast between the Rolls-Royce and Jiang Chen was too stark for them to accept.
"What’s going on? How could a Rolls-Royce come to pick up Jiang Chen?" Chu Mei exclaimed in shock.
"It can't possibly belong to him; it must be rented. Miss Lin is wealthy after all. Jiang Chen is shamelessly spending a woman's money," Wang Duoduo scoffed.
"Wasn't Manager Qian supposed to seek revenge for his son tonight? Why hasn't there been any movement?" Chu Mei asked with confusion.
"Let’s wait until Manager Qian comes out; we can ask him directly. Perhaps Miss Lin resolved it with money," Wang Duoduo speculated.
What Chu Mei and Wang Duoduo did not know was that Manager Qian had just returned from a harrowing experience.
At eleven o'clock at night, after the martial arts competition concluded, Manager Qian and his wife finally left the Martial Arts Hall.
"Manager Qian, Madam Qian, how are you?" Chu Mei and Wang Duoduo approached as they saw Manager Qian and his wife emerge. Noticing their pale faces, they sensed something was amiss.
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