Medicine Elder frowned tightly as he looked at Jiang Xiaohu.
Then he suddenly said, "Fine. Since I, Old Medicine Jar, owe someone a favor, I'll repay it. But let's make this clear first!"
Medicine Elder said, "I've never taken disciples. Everyone in the martial world who knows me knows that. If you want me to take one, three things must be confirmed! First, Jiang Xiaohu must sincerely and willingly become my disciple! If he's unwilling, there's no point in me taking in a rebellious disciple. If that happens, Xiao Li, just tell me whether you want my hand or my head."
Lu Chengwen nodded.
Old bastard, you really are something else. If I were as tough as you, I'd have died eight hundred times over. Old Man Wu really spoke with confidence.
Jiang Xiaohu hesitated for a moment. To be honest, when he looked at Huang Tianyao again, there was an extra trace of admiration in his eyes.
First, the man's strength had truly crushed his.
Second, at first this old man had merely seemed domineering—both overbearing and unreasonable. But now, he seemed overbearing yet principled.
When it came to fighting, I'm not afraid even if all of you come at me together!
But faced with this situation, an ordinary person would have long since tried to weasel out of it.
He could have casually said a few muddying words, like he could repay the gold or silver but couldn't be forced into doing something against his will...
But Medicine Elder didn't do that. If he owed you something, he'd repay it. Whether you wanted his life or anything else, he wouldn't hesitate.
But if you wanted him to take a disciple, then everything had to be made clear.
Fierce and righteous! That was Medicine Elder!
Just considering his ability,