"Headache!"

Jun Bili rubbed his temples and said, "I always feel that my father and these older generations seem to be making arrangements, and I and my younger generations are like chess pieces."

"Thank you, Young Master!"

Han Xin was about to kowtow, but was helped up.

"Remember." Jun Bieli said seriously: "We are about the same age and can be called young masters in the future, but not a great gift."

Because I have lived on Earth, I am still very resistant to the sour etiquette of kneeling down.

"yes!"

...

Since Jun Feili wants to take Han Xin in, the problem is here. He has to go through the procedures. He can't just say he can't just stop. Isn't it reliable?

"Jie Zi."

"Go down the mountain to carve a seal."

"yes!"

On that day, Sun Yingjie went to the town and according to Jun Bieli's explanation, he engraved the seal of "Young Master of the Ancient Sect".

"I have said that the host does not have the right to recruit disciples, and even if the seal of the sect leader is engraved, it will be invalid." The system assistant said.

"I'm taking in a registered disciple, not a disciple!"

“It’s all the same.”

You don't bother to pay attention to it, take out the prepared paper and ask: "Name, age, address."

"Han Xin!"

"Nineteen years old!"

“…no…homeless.”

He hesitated and was ashamed to mention his identity as a son-in-law of the Yan family.

"Bang!"

After Jun Bili finished writing it, he sighed on the seal, then directly covered it and said, "From today on, you will be a famous disciple of my Wangu Sect."

"Greetings to the young master!"

Han Xin originally planned to kneel down, but when he thought of his previous advice, he could only raise his hand and clasp his fists.

"Ding! The famous disciple ×1."
Chapter completed!