"I am willing... I am willing! I am willing to enter the Wine Sword Immortal's tutelage, serve you as my master, and heed your teachings, even if it costs me ten thousand deaths!"
Wuzhiqi's voice echoed over the Huai River, charged with irrepressible excitement and wild joy.
He knelt in midair, his forehead pressed against the backs of his hands, his entire body trembling slightly. His eyes, which could see through all things, had long since lost their earlier wariness and vigilance, replaced by an almost devout reverence.
To the Water Tribe creatures watching from afar along both banks of the Huai River, this scene was a stone that stirred a thousand waves.
"He agreed! He agreed!"
"Of course he did! How could he refuse? This is an opportunity as vast as the heavens!"
"Look at him. Where's even a trace of the Huai River overlord's imposing air now?"
"Imposing air? Before, when he didn't know who the Wine Sword Immortal was, that was one thing."
"But if Wuzhiqi still dared throw his weight around now, the Wine Sword Immortal would probably crush him dead on the spot in an instant."
The Water Tribe creatures could not help chuckling, though they dared not laugh too loudly.
After all, the sheer contrast in Wuzhiqi's behavior was enough to leave anyone dumbstruck.
"Still, come to think of it..."
An old turtle spirit spoke slowly, his clouded old eyes full of emotion.
"The Wine Sword Immortal coming in person to take a disciple-such an opportunity truly is unheard of and unseen."
"Isn't that the truth? That's the Wine Sword Immortal! Just imagine what his disciples become!"
"True enough... but why do you think the Wine Sword Immortal wants Wuzhiqi as his disciple?"
"Well... who knows? The Wine Sword Immortal has always acted beyond