But the instant he turned, a figure suddenly rushed out of the crowd.
Ying Wenjie stood before Chen Hao, his expression conflicted. Then, as though throwing caution to the wind, he dropped to one knee. "High God, I wish to become your disciple. Would you be willing to accept me?"
Chen Hao turned to look at Ying Wenjie, who knelt on one knee, trembling with nerves. Before he could say anything, Qin Xiaoyu, Ye Chendong, and Wu Tian rushed forward and knelt on one knee as well.
The four knelt nervously on the gravel. Beads of sweat dotted Ying Wenjie's forehead, but he did not wipe them away.
Qin Xiaoyu pressed her lips together slightly, her hands clenched into fists on her knees.
Ye Chendong held himself ramrod straight, though his breathing was unsteady. Wu Tian lowered his head and stared at the stones beneath his knees, his fists tightly clenched.
Just as their hearts nearly stopped and they thought they were about to be rejected, Chen Hao parted his lips and spoke slowly, his tone calm.
"Once things are settled, come find me in Treasure Sky City."
Those few words fell.
Like a thunderclap!
He agreed!
The High God agreed to take them as disciples!
All four froze, their eyes wide with disbelief. Then wild joy engulfed them, leaving them trembling with excitement, tears almost spilling from their eyes.
They had actually become the High God's disciples!
Chen Hao said nothing more and did not linger. He turned back toward the empty space ahead, casually raised his right hand, and gave it a gentle wave.
Hum—!
A faint ripple of sound rang out as space trembled.
Before everyone's stunned, uncomprehending eyes, the space in front of him tore open in an instant, forming a huge, pitch-black Spatial Archway!
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