"I see that the two of you have excellent talent and character. Your cultivation is a little lacking, but that's no great difficulty. So, what do you say? Are you willing to become my followers?"
Apocalypse flashed a broad, white-toothed grin as he spoke.
The young man behind Apocalypse suddenly widened his eyes. Followers? His young master actually wanted to take these two as followers? That was far too unbelievable, wasn't it?
Back in the clan, even the two most powerful prodigies they had arranged for him had failed to win his young master's approval.
Followers, as the name implied, were subordinates. Disciples from major powers generally had several followers. Whenever there were matters they could not attend to personally, they would have their followers handle them.
Moreover, a follower's talent absolutely could not be low.
But the benefits were equally obvious. As the master one followed advanced in cultivation, their followers' cultivation naturally would not be left behind.
If one followed someone with heaven-defying fortune, they might be carried all the way to greatness. Resources and the like would never be in short supply.
"Not willing."
Ye Lin refused immediately, without the slightest hesitation. Become someone else's follower? What a joke. It brought a hundred harms and not a single benefit.
His life would be held in someone else's palm. That completely went against his original intentions.
Liu Bai, meanwhile, looked at Apocalypse before him with great interest. Take him in as a subordinate, make him a blade beneath his hand—even if he were willing, the Fate Rank of the man before him could not bear it.
"Fine. That was within my expectations. Since that's the case, how about we be friends instead? I happen to want to make an investment as well."
Apocalypse smiled faintly and let the