"Come on, kneel!"
Since Saisike refused to let the matter drop, the Ancient One naturally would not let him off easily either.
She thrust a cup of tea into Saisike's arms, then told him to formally become a disciple.
Saisike looked at the cup in his arms, gritted his teeth, and knelt directly before Wang Yang.
"Master Saisike, what kind of joke is this?"
The Ancient One had pressed Wang Yang into a chair. Then he saw Saisike kneeling before him and could not help staring in bewilderment.
"From now on, you're my master!"
"If you're unwilling, we can each use our own forms of address. You can call me master, and I'll call you my teacher!"
Now that Saisike had knelt, he had accepted the outcome. Since he had accepted it, he naturally hesitated no longer and spoke outright.
Wang Yang was speechless at his words. Was that really a way to address each other?
He turned to the Ancient One and found her eyes crinkling with a smile. She clearly looked very pleased.
When Wang Yang first arrived, he had thought this gathering of sorcerers would be quite interesting.
They might exchange magic or some secret information, for instance.
Yet now, it seemed somewhat different from what he had imagined.
These sorcerers were no stronger than he was, either.
Even Saisike was just like an ordinary person, actually spoiling for a fight and even making a wager with the Ancient One.
And in the end, he had lost.
It left Wang Yang rather speechless.
Apart from that, Wang Yang did see some strange and unusual things at this gathering of sorcerers, all from various dimensions and spaces.
Some were magical artifacts that looked quite mysterious and strange, while others resembled plants but were actually crystals. They were quite