If such talents can be used for one's own purposes, they will be of great use.

Zhang Ruochen squatted down, his eyes were level with Master Yeyou's, and said: "Actually, from the beginning to the end, I never thought about killing you."

Master Yeyou's eyes were filled with light.

Zhang Ruochen patted his shoulder and said, "I don't want an adopted son as old as you, but I can make an exception and accept a named disciple."

After Master Yeyou knew that he was being plotted, he seemed to look away and stopped pretending, with a sneer on his face.

In order to save his life, he could kneel down or call someone to be his father.

In extraordinary times, do extraordinary things.

What's more important than saving your life?

However, in his heart, he could not look down upon the Great Saint of Hundred Flails Realm.

Zhang Ruochen said: "My cultivation level is indeed very low. I don't seem to be qualified to be your master. However, have you ever thought about another question? To be my disciple means to be the disciple of Saint Monk Xumi. This is not the case in the world.

Any monk is qualified to be his disciple. If you want to further your space attainments or become a god, you should think more about it. Your lifespan is probably running out, right?"
Chapter completed!