Shui Bing'er froze, clearly unable to follow Yang Xing's train of thought for a moment.
They had only just met, and both knew they were the same age.
He was an illegal intruder, while she had come to persuade him to leave.
Yet here he was, having casually caught a Soul Beast over ten thousand years old, then inexplicably asking whether she wanted to take him as her master.
Why did this whole experience feel so absurd?
When Shui Bing'er finally came back to her senses, she frowned but still said, "Yang Xing, this is Skywater Lake Marsh, an exclusive area of our Skywater Academy. Outsiders aren't allowed in. You must have wandered in by accident, right? I came to persuade you to leave quickly, or it will be troublesome if one of our patrolling teachers finds you. As for learning how to fish... I don't think I'm interested."
Yang Xing spread his hands, looking helpless and troubled. "All right."
But in the next instant, he waved his left hand, and the fishing rod and basket beside him vanished completely. A serious yet gentle smile appeared on his face. "Then let's stop joking around. I didn't come here today to teach you fishing. I came to genuinely take you as my disciple. Now... let's get acquainted again."
The moment he finished speaking, nine Soul Rings rose beneath his feet.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.
That terrifying Soul Ring configuration gleamed with astonishing radiance beneath the sunlight.
Under Shui Bing'er's gaze, as she gradually took it in and stood dumbfounded with her mouth hanging open, Yang Xing smiled faintly. "Shui Bing'er, I am the Evolution God Douluo. I came here to take you as my disciple. Now, perhaps you can give me a serious answer."
Shui Bing'er's