After hearing what the Old Man—his own master—had said, Dao Lord Taichu immediately recalled the black eagle that had suddenly attacked him. A cold sweat broke out across his back, and he shuddered.
"Only after you truly begin cultivating under me and learn the yao art I just used to conceal your human aura can you set your sights on those medicinal herbs. Otherwise, that black eagle will target you again."
Just as Dao Lord Taichu thought he would have to miss out on those peerless medicinal herbs, the Old Man spoke to him again.
"Then this disciple thanks Master in advance. I do not ask for much; those herbs will be enough. Let them be Master's apprenticeship gift to me."
Upon hearing the Old Man's words, Dao Lord Taichu immediately smiled. His heart was filled with excitement as he impatiently spoke to the Old Man.
"Right, Master. Now that I am your disciple, I still do not know your name. If I travel the world in the future and someone asks me to declare my background and lineage, what should I say? I hope Master can tell me."
Dao Lord Taichu seemed to have thought of something important and suddenly asked the Old Man again. However, the smile on his face looked rather punchable.
But the Old Man did not think much of it. Since his disciple had asked for his name, he would tell him no matter what.
"Listen carefully. Tell them you are the disciple of the Yao Venerate. You may also address me as Yao Venerate."
The Old Man spoke to Dao Lord Taichu with a proud expression. As he said this, he turned sideways toward Dao Lord Taichu, placed one hand behind his back, and stroked his beard with the other.
At the same time,