"Become their disciple?" Luo Chen's body shook, his face showing an expression of disbelief.
"Yes." The White-haired Monk nodded affirmatively, "For instance, you fought for the honor of the Red-faced Madman. At that time, you were actually gradually becoming his disciple, or his apostle. Your actions were no longer entirely based on your own will, but were influenced by him."
Luo Chen fell silent. He recalled the scene back then, indeed being driven by emotions, in stark contrast to his usual calm and cautious demeanor. He couldn't refute the words of the White-haired Monk, as it was something he had personally experienced.
"True strong men," the White-haired Monk continued, "exude powerful intentions. Their every move can influence others. They can cause others to lose their willpower, to become their followers, to be loyal to them. This is the influence of the strong."
