Hu Ting shook his head helplessly and said, "I naturally understand that, but at least give the young sect leader some time to transition. Haste makes waste, isn't this a bit too rushed?"
Zhou Jingmin's eyes were firm, "Other sects won't give you time to transition."
Seeing Zhou Jingmin say this, Hu Ting could only stop talking about it.
A young man behind them hurried towards the main gate.
As Hu Ting and the other two turned back, Zhou Jingmin and the running youth collided head-on.
The youth was knocked backward, and fortunately, Hu Ting, who was quick-handed, grabbed the retreating youth to prevent him from falling.
Zhou Jingmin touched his nose and reprimanded, "Clumsy! What are you rushing for!"
The youth lowered his head, not daring to speak loudly when reprimanded, and repeatedly apologized, "Sorry, Third Elder, sorry, Third Elder."
Hu Ting, standing beside them, patted Zhou Jingmin, who was still angry, "Old Zhou, it's not a major mistake, a few words are enough."
Seeing Hu Ting say that, Zhou Jingmin swallowed the words that were about to come out.
Hu Ting looked at the youth with his head down and a smile on his face, asking, "What are you rushing for, kid?"
The youth looked up at Hu Ting and said, "I want to ask the sect leader to take me as a disciple."
"This..." Hu Ting hesitated for a moment and said, "Your Senior Brother Zhou just passed away, and the sect leader probably doesn't intend to take disciples now. Moreover, a final disciple isn't something you can just become."
As soon as Hu Ting finished speaking, he heard Zhou Jingmin beside him snort, "Let him go. I'd like to see how you get the sect leader to take you as a disciple."
Hu Ting looked at Zhou Jingmin, clearly still angry.
Hu Ting wanted to stop him, but saw Wu Shanping also shaking his head, signaling to let the kid try.
Seeing that both of them wanted the kid to try, Hu Ting could only reluctantly agree, "Alright, you can try too, while the sect leader hasn't gone far."
The youth, seeing the three agree, had a face full of smiles, "Thank you, First Elder, Second Elder, Third Elder."
Wu Shanping reminded him, "I advise you not to have too much hope."
Before he finished speaking, the youth had already run out of the gate and towards Yu Daohen.
Yu Daohen arrived at the foot of the mountain and was about to hail a taxi when he saw a figure urgently calling out from behind.
"Sect Leader, wait a moment, Sect Leader, wait a moment..."
Yu Daohen turned his head curiously and saw a youth rushing down the steps towards him.
When he reached Yu Daohen, the youth was already panting heavily, speaking incoherently, "Disciple... Disciple Zhou Fu, greetings Sect Leader."
Yu Daohen waved his hand, signaling him not to rush, "What is it?"
Zhou Fu swallowed a mouthful of saliva and knelt on the ground with a thud, "Disciple Zhou Fu, with great audacity, wishes to become your disciple, the final disciple."
Yu Daohen looked at the youth before him and shook his head, refusing, "I will not take any more final disciples."
Zhou Fu lowered his head, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes, "Is it because of Senior Brother Zhou Fu?"
Yu Daohen nodded, "That's right. I promised that kid that I would only take him as my final disciple in this life."
"But Senior Brother Zhou Fu has already..." Zhou Fu's voice was very low, almost inaudible.
"You can go back now. I will not take any more final disciples."
Yu Daohen didn't want to say more and turned to leave, leaving Zhou Fu kneeling on the ground.
Looking at Yu Daohen's departing back, Zhou Fu clenched his fists, a look of defiance on his face, and said angrily.
"Why can he, Zhou Fu, be your final disciple, and I cannot? Why!"
Zhou Fu and Zhou Fu had joined the Yan Huo Sect at almost the same time.
Although both were surnamed Zhou, their family backgrounds were vastly different. Zhou Fu had lost his parents at a young age and was an orphan, while Zhou Fu was a rich young master from a happy family, who joined the Yan Huo Sect out of his love for spells.
It was precisely because of this that the three elders favored Zhou Fu more.
In terms of talent, Zhou Fu was no weaker than Zhou Fu.
Zhou Fu had always admired Yu Daohen, to the point of obsession.
When he learned that Yu Daohen had become the sect leader of Yan Huo Sect, he was overjoyed, and was determined to become the final disciple. However, it was precisely because of this Zhou Fu.
If it weren't for Zhou Fu's pitiable background, this final disciple would have been his.
A murderous aura rose in Zhou Fu's brow, "This final disciple originally belonged to me. It's all your fault, Zhou Fu!"
In the sect, a disciple saw Zhou Fu return with a dejected look and asked, "Senior Brother Zhou Fu, did you see the Sect Leader?"
Zhou Fu did not speak, but glared fiercely at the disciple and continued towards the training room.
The disciple was confused, thinking he hadn't said anything wrong.
Disciples beside them whispered, "Don't mind him. He was determined to get this final disciple position, but Senior Brother Zhou Fu snatched it. He's probably still unbalanced."
Hearing the name Zhou Fu, Zhou Fu stopped and looked at the two, a flicker of killing intent in his eyes, "Mention that name again and I'll rip your mouth open."
Seeing that Zhou Fu was serious, the disciple immediately shut his mouth.
Zhou Fu was known for his violent temper, and it was best not to provoke him.
Zhou Fu saw the two show weakness and then continued to walk away, his eyes cold, "This final disciple can only be mine, Zhou Fu's."