"BOSS, there are only five contestants in total. Why did you tell them there were a large number of contestants? And that if they couldn't pass the trial, you wouldn't accept them as disciples?"
Alice asked in confusion. That was right—there was no large group of contestants at all, only five. Andrew had no interest in putting effort into arranging a huge batch of contestants. It was too troublesome.
"Do you think I'd be like those elderly masters in movies, crying and begging, even offering up treasures just to persuade others to become my disciples?
Andrew said with a look of disdain, "That's impossible. It'll never happen. Leaving aside how embarrassing it would be, even if it weren't embarrassing, I still couldn't do that. It would only make my disciples fail to cherish this opportunity, and more importantly, fail to respect me as their master.
Westerners have stronger independent egos, more individuality, and are also more selfish. Even someone like Strange, who had gone through so much trouble to join Kamar-Taj, had little respect for The Ancient One, let alone someone who joined a master's school so easily.
So, I have to give them trials. I have to let them know just how difficult and fortunate it is to become my disciple—like winning the lottery.
Only then will they become obedient disciples. I don't need disciples full of rebelliousness. I take disciples so they can serve me, not so I can serve them."
"I understand. The harder something is to obtain, the more it will be cherished. At the same time, this will make the disciples obey your instructions."
Alice nodded. "BOSS, I know what to do. I'll design as many obstacles as possible for them, making them complete the trial by the narrowest of margins."
"That's right."
Andrew nodded