At those words, Yi Chen immediately sneered. He had not expected the old man to say such a thing.
To him, those words were the sort of thing only a shameless pest who refused to let go would say.
"Old man, don't get the wrong idea. I'm not some ambitious schemer, and I certainly don't want to be captured by those bastards from Spirit Hall. If you don't release me, don't blame me for getting rough!"
Since the old man was determined to cling to him, he could no longer afford to be ambiguous about his stance.
Unexpectedly, the white-robed elder paid him no heed. Instead, he threw his head back and laughed several times before slowly saying, "Hahaha... As expected of a Titled Douluo! Your courage alone is enough to earn this old man's deepest admiration."
Seeing this, the white-robed elder first nodded slightly, then declared in a ringing voice, "Boy, I hereby announce that I am officially taking you as my disciple. Hurry up and kneel before your master!"
"What the fuck! You're taking me as your disciple?"
Yi Chen was utterly dumbfounded.
This fucking script was all wrong!
Wasn't the usual routine to spar first and break through the gap in our strength?
Then subtly teach me a few skills, let me gain supreme cultivation resources, and turn me into a genuine supreme powerhouse?
Why was he taking me as his disciple right off the bat? Wasn't that completely ignoring the usual playbook?
Moreover, judging by the old man's words, he actually seemed serious about bringing Yi Chen under his tutelage.
He really knew how to play this game!
Yi Chen was deeply shocked, and his expression became quite a spectacle.
But there was actually no way he could accept a master!
He knew his own strength