Li Sen smiled at Hai Yuan. "Little fellow, why do you want to become my disciple?"
Hai Ye hurriedly said, "My lord, my son's talent is poor. He just spoke out of turn, out of turn!"
Hai Yuan paid no attention to any of that. When Li Sen asked, he answered frankly.
"I want to become a powerful soul master so I can earn lots of money and Mom and Dad won't have to work so hard.
Then I can have several beautiful wives, just like you!!!"
The corners of Li Sen's mouth lifted, and he made his decision.
Ever since Tang San had made a name for himself, many people had sought to become Li Sen's disciples. They always opened by saying they wanted to grow stronger, their goals broad and vague.
When asked why, they all said it was for their families, to preserve peace among soul masters, or to earn money for their master.
This was the first time someone had said that, besides helping his family, he wanted a master so he could find himself beautiful wives.
This boy is just like me!!
Taking him as a disciple would also give them just enough members to participate in the Soul Master Tournament.
Li Sen smiled. "In that case, I'll take you as my disciple."
"Now, tell me about your martial soul and your talent."
Beside them, Hai Ye's face turned grim. He felt as though the sky had come crashing down.
Once his son revealed his talent, he would surely be rejected.
Hai Yuan's eyes lit up at being accepted. First, he knelt and kowtowed, then respectfully called him Master.
Then he said earnestly, "My innate soul power was two and a half ranks, and my martial soul is Little Turtle.
Little Turtle can't possess my