"Su You, come in." A cold voice came from inside the reception room.
Su You answered and walked straight in. The reception room was empty except for two cushions. A man in black was sitting cross-legged on one of them.
The moment Su You looked at him, his mind roared. The world around him twisted, and he couldn't muster even the slightest thought of resistance.
"Planetary Level Six, with a first-level domain. Not bad!"
You Meng's voice rang in Su You's mind, and only then did he come back to himself. He quickly said, "Su You pays his respects to the Hall Master."
A flicker of surprise crossed the black-haired man's eyes. "Have a seat."
"Yes, Hall Master." Su You went over and sat on the cushion.
Hong looked at Su You, his gaze carrying a hint of warmth. "Eighteen years old, a Combat Power Amplitude of 17.6. You have excellent talent. Would you be willing to become my disciple?"
"Huh?" Su You was stunned. Hong wanted to take him as a disciple?
Su You looked troubled, uncertain what to do. If he didn't have You Meng, he wouldn't mind becoming Hong's disciple. Hong was far stronger than he was and could certainly guide him.
But now that he had You Meng, Hong had nothing left to teach him. Becoming Hong's disciple would serve no purpose beyond the chance to lean on him in the future.
You Meng's voice came from within his mind. "You're a disciple of the Source Star. Isn't my guidance enough? Why become the disciple of some little Planetary Level brat?"
Su You gave a wry smile and said, "Sorry, Hall Master, I..."
"Oh?"
Hong looked at Su You in surprise, then said calmly, "It's fine. If you don't want to, then forget it."
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