Ding Ling's eyelids twitched twice.
He didn't know whether this was a sudden idea from Cao Mengde.
But Cao Ang had already knelt and kowtowed.
Judging by Cao Ang's expression and eyes, it was indeed sincere, without any falseness.
Ding Ling thought for a moment, then agreed:
"I can take you in. But you can only train with Zhao Yun and the others, I can't take you with me."
"No problem."
Cao Ang was overjoyed and was about to kneel and kowtow again.
Ding Ling waved his hand, and a surge of Vigorous Qi descended beneath Cao Ang, preventing him from kneeling no matter what.
"Go report to Zhao Yun yourself."
Ding Ling said.
"Yes, Master!"
Cao Ang did not bother to communicate further with Cao Mengde and directly rode off excitedly from the Imperial Palace to the Prince's Mansion.
The cavalry who came with Cao Ang, riding horses beside him, were either envious, jealous, or dumbfounded.
