The crowd below was truly riveted with anticipation.
Every gaze was filled with envy, jealousy, awe—and, of course, hatred and resentment.
But as the main character, Xu Yang was without doubt the center of unprecedented brilliance.
An Elder Golden Immortal wishes to take him as a direct disciple.
In front of so many outer and inner sect disciples, can you even imagine how glorious that is?
Especially when Elder Hong Wei accepts only a single direct disciple, passing down his legacy—there will never be a second direct disciple in the future.
To be that disciple, the resources and status you'd receive would drive anyone mad with jealousy.
Why couldn't such luck come to me?
Xu Yang lowered his head slightly, a bitter smile on his face.
It has finally come.
The gazes of the few Golden Immortals upon him pierced like needles.
But he had nowhere to hide.
"Hm?"
Hong Wei frowned lightly. What's going on?
Could it be this kid is unwilling?
