"Ms. Rothschilds, could you take me as your disciple? I also want to become a fighter!" Natalie's eyes were filled with anticipation and longing as she stared intently at Christine, her hands unconsciously gripping the hem of her clothes.
"Sorry! My practice techniques are family secrets and cannot be practiced by outsiders. I apologize." Christine refused decisively, her voice cold and firm, without a hint of hesitation.
Disappointment instantly washed over Natalie's face. Her eyes dimmed, and her lips trembled slightly as she said, "Ms. Rothschilds, I'm truly determined. I'm not afraid of hardship. Please, reconsider."
Christine sighed softly and said, "Natalie, it's not that I don't want to help you. The family rules cannot be broken. This is a prohibition passed down from our ancest
