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Everyone in the tent was stunned. The generals exchanged looks, feeling that Sergei was like a desperate patient seeking any doctor he could find, saying even something like this to win over a powerful expert.

Still, they had to admit that this was indeed one way forward.

Li Chen was also taken aback for a moment, then secretly delighted. This was practically a pillow arriving just as he was nodding off!

He pretended to ponder for a moment before slowly saying, "Our meeting can be considered a stroke of fate. Though your natural aptitude is ordinary, this heart of yours that seeks the Dao... very well. I shall take you as an honorary disciple for now."

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!" Overjoyed, Sergei hurriedly kowtowed.

Li Chen accepted his obeisance without hesitation. He knew full well that serving as a military adviser meant working for Sergei, a relationship that was hardly secure. As his master, however, he would hold an exalted position, and Sergei would have to treat him with respect and obey him. That would make it easier to take control of this army and gather intelligence later.

No one in the tent dared object to Master Urge taking a disciple.

Whether the battle-hardened generals or the Shaman accompanying the army, all could clearly sense the unfathomable, heart-chilling aura emanating from this mysterious Shaman.

They privately guessed that Master Urge's strength had probably already reached the realm of legend.

The godlike level of a Saint, which they had heard of only in ancient songs and vague records.

Of course, these were merely their awed conjectures. None dared actually ask.

Having accepted this honorary disciple under Urge's identity, Li Chen intended to play his part to the fullest.

He motioned for Sergei to follow him to a relatively open