บท 830: A Golden Ticket!

A look of nervousness mixed with fear and gratitude appeared on Wang Baole's face when he heard what the figure engulfed in flames and afloat in mid-air said. It was a look with a complicated mix of emotions. Any other ordinary person wouldn't have been able to do something like that, but Wang Baole had familiarized himself with the high officials' autobiographies since he was a kid. He had started practicing such looks then and had become skilled at it.

But privately, he was already muttering unhappily to himself about how unreliable the old man was. If he wanted a disciple, he should just take one. Why was he taking an in-name disciple…