Ye Xingchen walked out, a trace of amusement in his eyes as he looked at the fat man flying in midair. Was this fellow a so-called Immortal?
In his eyes, the man was nothing but a piece of trash in the Wheel and Sea realm. Looking thoughtful, he glanced at Zhou Ling'er and asked with a smile:
"What is it, Ling'er?"
Somewhat frightened, Zhou Ling'er nodded, then explained that this Immortal elder wanted to take them as disciples!
Ye Xingchen smiled faintly, his expression calm. He looked up at Zhou Dafu, who was flying in midair, and replied:
"Forget about taking us as disciples. We intend to spend the rest of our lives here in peace, and we have no intention of becoming Immortals. Please leave."
Already working out his own little schemes, Zhou Dafu heard this and showed a trace of amusement in his eyes. These two were so extraordinarily gifted. If he could drain them dry, his cultivation would surely rise another level.
He glanced thoughtfully at the pair, then said earnestly:
"I, Zhou Dafu, have been a man of leisure for so long, yet no one has ever turned me down. It is your good fortune that you two caught my eye."
"Stop failing to appreciate a favor. Once you become my disciples, you will be Immortals revered by thousands. Only by following me will you have a future. Do you understand?"
With those words, Zhou Dafu landed in the courtyard. The more he looked at Zhou Ling'er and Ye Xingchen, the more pleasing he found them. He instinctively reached out to touch them, but before his hand had made it halfway, an immensely powerful force pinned him in place.
Somewhat embarrassed, he glanced around and cried out in agitation:
"Which senior is it? I was wrong!