The terms Red Sun Heavenly Venerable offered were exceedingly generous—so generous that even Gao Xian was taken aback.
Was this monk for real? Did he really admire him that much?
After all, he had just killed White Brow and Withered Leaf, and before that, the Golden Elephant Demon King. As for Lingci and Golden Lamp, those two sixth-rank cultivators barely even counted now.
Gao Xian hesitated. He had no interest whatsoever in becoming Red Sun Heavenly Venerable's disciple. The main reason was that the South Sea Nine Sects acted without the slightest bottom line, and he found them utterly, utterly abhorrent.
Yet now he was under another's roof, and a man had to bow his head.
Taking a master was not really a big deal, much less a humiliation.
Red Sun Heavenly Venerable had lived through twenty kalpas—meaning he was at least two hundred thousand years old. That age was so immense it was hard to form any concrete notion of it.
If Red Sun Heavenly Venerable had been willing to have children, then after two hundred thousand years of ordinary reproduction, his descendants by blood alone would number in the hundreds of millions.
Not to mention that he was an eighth-rank Heavenly Venerable. Though he was only one rank above the seventh, the gulf between them was extraordinarily vast.
Lowering his head for the sake of survival was something Gao Xian could fully accept. A temporary expedient—there was nothing to it.
But then again, having lived for over two hundred thousand years, could Red Sun Heavenly Venerable really have failed to anticipate all this?!
Gao Xian considered himself fairly clever, but he did not dare show off such cleverness before Red Sun Heavenly Venerable.
If he truly took him as master, Red Sun would surely have methods to deal