But right now, there were still nearly a thousand students and teachers gathered downstairs at his research institute, waiting.
Some wanted to join his research institute, and there were even more ambitious ones who wanted to become Meng Chuan's disciples.
There were also those confident in their looks, a whole row of yoga pants with long boots, each harboring their own little schemes, hoping to get themselves a "Flute-Playing Boy" title...
"I heard True Inheritance Meng still doesn't have any direct disciples, I wonder..."
As soon as this was said, someone beside him immediately concluded:
"You've got no chance, damn it, you're older than True Inheritance himself, how do you have the face to apprentice under him?"
"Why not? Whoever's better is the teacher. Once I see True Inheritance Meng, I'll present my disciple gift, then bang, straight down on my knees for nine consecutive kowtows. Worst case, I can at least mooch my way into being a registered disciple."
