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"Me taking you as my master is my own business. What does it have to do with them?" Baili Jue could not even be bothered to turn around. He simply glared at me on the spot. I looked over there and saw countless immortals surrounding us, most of them wearing expressions of disbelief, with some even showing rejection.
The gap between the Ghost-God Realm and the Ancient Immortal Realm had existed for ages. No one would easily change their view of that barren land. As a renowned swordsman of the Ancient Immortal Realm, Baili Jue absolutely could not become my disciple. Of course, I definitely would not accept him either. Thinking of my Heavenly Emperor's Wrath, I suddenly had an idea and said, "How about this? If Senior Baili feels he has to fulfill the wager, we can find a substitute. After all, the matter of taking a master was only said in jest. I think if you're agonizing over this and taking me as your master, then my sword has just broken anyway. Give me your Sword of Floating World's Pure Tone, and we'll call it even. How about that? You won't have to become my disciple, and I'll get a new sword. Isn't that the best of both worlds?"
Without even thinking, Baili Jue drew his sword and handed it over, saying, "It is only right and proper for a master to ask his disciple for a sword. I can give you the sword, but I still have to become your disciple. Do you think I am not worthy of being your disciple?"
"You..." I almost called him an idiot, but he was truly not young, and I could not bring myself to curse him. I could only put it another way. "Forget it. I don't want