After a while, Yenny digested the message Constan had just given her, and calmed down.

The Mahayana cultivator's strength was really unfathomable, promptly discovered the two biggest secrets in her. Fortunately, Constan didn't bear her any ill will.

Instead, as Constan said, until she was strong enough, it was her role as a disciple of the Mahayana that would keep out the rapacious raiders that may be coming her way.

Silently glancing at Trure, who was still waiting for her to call teacher, Yenny said sorry in heart.

She changed her mind under the watchful eyes of the public, took two steps forward, saluted Constan, said, "Disciple Yenny glad to see my master!"

Her answer came aparrently from her voice and action, and from now on, Yenny would be the third disciple of Constan Dran.

"Well, well, good girl, no need for more bow!" Constan laughed in a loud, happy voice, and then announced to the Cloud school in public, "With immediate effect, Yenny is the third of my own disciples, and the last of my disciples!"

No one knew what was said between Constan and Yenny, but it was clear that those few words were what made Yenny change her mind and became Constan's apprentice.

As for Trure Trone, he was on the verge of rage when he was brought back to the first peak in the major college by his senior brother Constan Dran.

After all, it was better to settle the brothers feud behind closed doors.

Yenny was also taken away by the newly appointed teacher-Constan Dran, from then on settled in the first peak of major college, fortunately, all her property was in the storage ring, it was not necessary to return to the ninth peak of minor college a trip.

"Why do you have to fight me for my apprentice?" Back at Constan's house in the main courtyard, Trure couldn't resist asking her brother. He was really angry, but he didn't let his anger control him.

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He knew Constan very well, and there was no way he would have taken his apprentice so shamefully today without some special reason.

Constan didn't rush to answer. Instead, he summoned his first disciple Limitle and asked him to take Yenny to pick out a place for her to settle down in the first peak.

"Yenny, this is your first senior brother Limitle. The second senior brother is traveling now, and he will see you when he returns. If you have anything to do in the future, just ask these two brothers. You don't need to be polite to them. If they dare not take good care of you, I will punish them." Constan Dran's interest on his youngest apprentice had been from the start, and that's probably the difference between a boy and a girl. It's like raising a little girl.

Limitle heard this without any sign of bitterness.

He looked at the new girl again in silence, thinking that such a delicate little girl really in need of more care, or she would be bullied.

"Please rest assured, Master, that I will take good care of my little sister." Limitle replied with smile on his face.

"Thank you, Master and Brother, I will get along well with them." Yenny sensed the kindness from the elder brother and was relieved to know that he was easy to get along with.

Their mentoring atmosphere was indescribably warm and friendly, and Trure, who had been sitting around for a long time without waiting for Constan Dran to reply, was sad. What had he done to deserve such oppression?

"Mr. Trone, I'm sorry..." Yenny was so embarrassed that she blushed and felt guilty about Trure Trone.

This time it was her fault. She must have let Trure Trone down by not sticking with her original choice. But she couldn't help but believe Constan Dran's word that, despite her own problems, she was only hurting Trure Trone by choosing him as her teacher.

"Yenny, don't call him Mr. Trone anymore. He's my only brother and your only real uncle. Don't call him wrong again." Constan Dran said to his young apprentice to call Trure Trone her uncle.

Trure Trone's face grew darker. What his senior brother said cut to the heart.

"Well, Limitle, take your little sister to be set up. I have something important to discuss with your uncle. Come back when you have done." Constan Dran, seeing that her fellow brother Trure were upset enough, raised his hand and motioned for his apprentices to leave.

Yenny obediently answered and followed the elder brother out.

"Come on, there'll be no one here, I am all ears." Taking a sip of the tea, Trure Trone was cool again.

Constan Dran looked a little more serious.

Even though there was a shield outside, he put another spell around them to prevent what they were saying from leaking out.