As Corey heard the words of the Paragon Ancestor, he was taken aback and also felt strange.
Ever since he met the Paragon Ancestor, it was somewhat similar to the days he used to spend with Old Man Poison, his previous master.
The Paragon Ancestor had taught and advised him in strange ways, and he could not help but give the Paragon Ancestor a strange expression.
The Paragon Ancestor raised his brows. "What? You're still light years away from being able to become a disciple of mine. Do you know how many wish to be my disciples?"
Corey tilted his head slightly but didn't answer since he knew that the answer was in the trillions, quintillions, or a more incomprehensible number.
The Paragon Ancestor scoffed when he saw that Corey was silent. "Since you don't know. Let me tell you. Everybody wishes to be my disciple. Once somebody knows who I am, they'll want to be my disciple... Even you cannot deny that you would accept to be my disciple if I offer you the opportunity."
