The three siblings were dumbfounded as they stared at the person before them exuding an immortal charm.
"Are you... are you an Immortal?"
Zhuo Ting murmured.
"I'm merely a Cultivator."
Ning Daoran asked again: "I'll ask you once more, are you willing to follow me and learn martial arts? After learning, I'll ensure you won't lack food to eat."
"Okay!"
Zhuo Ting nodded immediately.
"Sister!"
Zhuo Yang, being a bit older and comparatively sensible, worried Ning Daoran might be a human trafficker.
"You say you're a Cultivator, how can you teach us martial arts?"
Zhuo Yang frowned: "Could you be a scammer?"
"To learn martial arts, what's the difficulty?"
With a casual lift of his hand, Ning Daoran drew a blue-glowing brick into his grasp from afar, and with a "Peng" sound, he crushed it to dust, saying, "Any more questions?"
"Ahh?!"
Zhuo Yang was astonished; if he had such techniques, he wouldn't have almost had his legs broken by the Zhang brothers last time.
