True Master Xuanmiao?
Jiang Yi held the plump little cat in both hands, staring into its wide eyes.
According to the regulations of the Daoist Lineage, only a Foundation Establishment Upper Cultivator could be called a "True Master."
This little cat, which looked like it had just rolled around in a pile of coal, was actually a Foundation Establishment True Master?
Jiang Yi's thoughts raced. The moment the little cat who called itself "True Master Xuanmiao" finished speaking, he immediately followed up:
"I, Jiang Yi, have drifted through half my life, lamenting only that I have not met an enlightened master! If you would have me, True Master, I am willing to become your disciple..."
The little cat's round eyes roved over Jiang Yi's face as if it had discovered something novel.
'Should I be so casual about accepting my first disciple?'
The little cat was still considering it, but as Jiang Yi continued, its ears immediately perked up, and it grew serious.
