Lin Lang looked at Bu Jingyun. "Someone has sneaked into the Sword Pool. Go on ahead."
Bu Jingyun charged toward the Sword Pool without hesitation. Jian Chen's expression changed, and he hurried after him.
Madam Ao also heard Lin Lang and immediately ran toward the Sword Pool with her son. Lin Lang had just said Ao Tian could try taking the sword first; she could not let someone else snatch that advantage.
Duan Lang was about to go too, but Lin Lang stopped him. "Duan Lang, come here."
Duan Lang was overjoyed. Lin Lang had actually called him over of his own accord. Was he going to take him as a disciple?
"Duan Lang pays his respects to Senior Lin. I heard from Nie Feng that you accepted him as a nominal disciple. I envy him greatly."
"I have admired you for a long time, Senior, and only wish I had met you sooner. Please accept me as your disciple. From now on, I will serve you in the saddle and at your stirrups, and never disappoint you."
With that, Duan Lang dropped to his knees with a thud and looked at Lin Lang expectantly.
He was not yet twenty, but had already reached the heavenly realm peak. His comprehension and strength were both considerable. Lin Lang's Sun Moon Holy Cult surely needed talent like him.
As long as he helped Lin Lang eliminate his enemies, becoming an elder in the Sun Moon Holy Cult would be child's play. He might even become the Left Envoy someday, and could also become a high official in the Great Ming Court.
Why had Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun done better than him in the World Association? Wasn't it because they had become Xiong Ba's disciples?
Taking a powerful master was the simplest