Taking on a disciple?
When Ye Fei heard Shao Bing's words, despite his usual composure, he couldn't help but freeze for a moment.
A cultivator taking on a martial artist as a disciple?
It was like a cat accepting a mouse as its disciple—natural enemies, fundamentally incompatible as master and student.
Such a thing had never appeared even in the memories of the Soul-controlling Demon. It probably hadn't occurred on any cultivation planet across the vast universe.
However, Ye Fei understood that Earth, as a forsaken cultivation realm, had long lost its once-abundant cultivation resources and common knowledge.
Otherwise, how could a martial artist like Shao Bing bring up such a request?
"A cultivator? A martial artist? Haha, it would be rather amusing if I really accepted him as a disciple. It's just a pity that I barely have enough time for my own cultivation, let alone teaching someone else!"
