To be fair to Yenny, she was certainly not as good a fighter as Yenny in the same rank. It was no surprise that Yenny had caught the eye of the mighty.

What was more, luck was also a part of strength, there was nothing fair or unfair.

Of course, Tenny wouldn't say that to Leshir, because it would be a waste of time.

She just took a few silent steps back to put some distance between them. It was better for her not to be influenced by someone who had a blind eye.

Yenny didn't have time to think about other people's jealousies.

For the first time, she felt the sensation of being in the spotlight, but there was no pride in it.

Instead, she felt just like a piece of vegetable in the middle of the sandwich. She was just a cultivator of meditation phase, and dare not to pick and choose between Mahayana and immortality teacher.

"Yenny doesn't have to worry too much. You just follow your heart. No matter who you choose to be your teacher, the other person will be your uncle, and no one will bother you." Seeing that the little girl was rather anxious about this, Constan assured her with the most amiable reassurance.

"Thank you very much." Yenny was relieved. With Constan's explicit assurance, she would have no scruples at all.

"No need thanks, this is supposed to be, we will not go to bully you a junior." Trure reassured her. After all, Yenny was his first choice.

'Yes!” Yenny did not delay any longer and said sincerely, "It is a great blessing for me to be valued by two teachers! But I hope I can learn from Mr. Trone. Please forgive me."

With a smile on her face and clear eyes, she made her choice simply and decisively.

As soon as she said it, it took everyone by surprise.

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Even Trure Trone did not expect that Yenny would so easily and without hesitation give up the opportunity to be a apprentice of the Mahayana, chose him without a word.

It was heartening to think that this was the first time in centuries that he had been so respectable in front of his senior brother.

Constan was surprised that Yenny turned him down so quickly and decisively, and he didn't expect his power of Mahayana to be so unattractive to her.

But for that reason, Constan was all the more satisfied with Yenny's nature, and it was no wonder that his younger brother, who was so afraid of trouble, was eager to take over.

"Yenny, don't give it more thought?" Constan ignored his younger brother's pride and ostentatious display, but looked at Yenny with a smile and again said, "My brother is too isolated in his way of cultivation. He is not quite fit to be your teacher. On the contrary, he is fit to be your uncle and the perfect training partner for you.”

"Constan, you are too much. How can you discredit me so publicly in order to rob my apprentice?"

Trure’s face changed. Their master had called him unreliable. In his opinion, it was his senior brother who was most unreliable.

What's wrong with him being a master and teaching Yenny?

"You think too much. I will only talk about the matter and let the little girl think it over. You don't get angry, I will give you two altars of spirit apricot wine later.”

"What is there to think about? She said she would be my apprentice! Don't waste your time, brother. Two altars of apricot wine will make me give up my apprentice?"

"And two more?"

"You want to fight, don't you? Is that a problem that wine can solve?"

“......”

"Excuse me, teachers. I have something to say." Yenny was forced to interrupt as the two men began to fight.

"Mr. Dran, I appreciate your kindness, but I still think Mr. Trone would be a better teacher for me."

Under the pressure of the Mahayana, Yenny neatly rejected him.

When Yenny publicly rejected her again, Constan asked, "Why?"

Yenny was candid: "Since the master I wanted from the beginning was Mr. Trure, I was just following my heart as you said. It had nothing to do with anything else."

"Well, well, you are really a good apprentice that i chosed in advance! Independent, determined and discerning!"

Trure Trone laughed and slapped Yenny on the shoulder a few times with a look of satisfaction.

"Wait a minute, my dear bro. It is not confirmed whose apprentice she is." Constan Dran, however, took his time to stop his junior brother, and smiled very closely.

"What else do you want to do, Constan?" Trure Trone asked, frowning.

Constan didn't open his mouth. Instead, he transmitted his words to Yenny’s mind directly without speaking.

Trure felt even worse, but couldn't stop him. He watched Yenny's face change after that.

"Hey, Constan, what have you said to my apprentice that I must not hear?"

"Nothing, but a little more private persuasion."