"There are a few things I still don't get. When he attacks, he always keeps his eyes closed, and he always uses his left hand. What makes me most curious is that giant black case on his back." Di Cang chuckled, turned to Zhun Cang, and whispered, "Old Zhun, I'm thinking of taking a disciple... not a student, a *disciple*!"
"What? Old Cang, tell me you're not joking! You haven't taken a single disciple in all these years. I remember trying to convince you just last year. Why the sudden change of heart?" Zhun Cang was aghast. 'Did this old coot finally lose his mind?'
Di Cang ignored Zhun Cang, a smirk playing on his lips. "You'll find out tonight if I'm joking. For now, your task is to send that kid named Qing Lei to room 306 as well. The outer circle's counterattack is about to begin. This time, I'll make that old hag pay!"
