This left quite a few of them embarrassed for a time. Still, they were outstanding after all. Even if no Daoist experts rushed to take them as disciples, some among them were still hotcakes in the eyes of many True God Stage experts.
"You're He Fangming, correct?" A True God Stage expert stepped forward and pointed at someone.
"Yes, this junior is He Fangming!" The man whose name had been called said excitedly.
"Good, then it's you. Are you willing to take me as your master, become my disciple, and inherit all of my legacy?" the True God Stage expert asked.
"This junior is willing, this junior is willing!" the man said excitedly.
Of course he was willing. What a joke—this was an immense honor.
The True God Stage expert did not waste words. He directly pulled the young man named He Fangming along and said, "Everyone, I have already chosen someone to my satisfaction, so I'll be leaving first."
The other True God Stage experts and the Daoist higher-ups had no objections either. Aside from Yang Chen, there was nothing worth fighting over. Even if someone they fancied was taken by another, they were like tasteless food that was a pity to throw away—there was no real desire to contend for them.
After He Fangming, it naturally did not end there. Quite a few others were taken in as disciples by True God Stage experts.
During this time, two or three True God Stage experts did have some friction, but it was nothing serious, and reasonable outcomes were reached in the end. Thus, of the eleven disciples, aside from Yang Chen, the rest were picked one after another, more or less.
Yet what made things awkward was that, apart from Yang Chen, there was still one person standing there