As Long Quan's words fell, he casually lifted the teacup beside him and took a sip, waiting for Luo Chen's answer.
Luo Chen stood at the center of the command tent.
At that moment, stormy waves had already risen in his heart.
What did the Commander-in-Chief mean by this?
Was he planning to take him as a disciple?
The thought flashed through his mind. After only a moment's pause, Luo Chen cupped his hands and bowed.
"Commander-in-Chief, Luo Chen has no master or inherited lineage."
"I have walked this path as though treading on thin ice, relying entirely on my own luck and efforts..."
Luo Chen lowered his head, deliberately avoiding Long Quan's gaze as he spoke with deep emotion.
Long Quan, seated at the head of the tent, twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth.
Setting down his teacup, he said calmly, "Enough. Let me ask you again: are you willing to take me as your master?"
He had noticed this little fellow, Luo Chen, two years ago.
During the Demon Extermination Order, Luo Chen's decisiveness in slaughter had also satisfied him.
Both his methods and temperament were first-rate. By comparison, his talent was hardly worth mentioning in Long Quan's eyes.
Having lived for so long, he had seen countless geniuses. Yet among those who ultimately made it to the end, talent accounted for surprisingly little.
For Luo Chen to rise from an ordinary village child to the top ten of the Northern Border's Latent Dragon Ranking—and to have the chance to stand before him—
was enough to show that this child possessed fortune and opportunities...
That was what Long Quan valued.
Moreover, Luo Chen came from the Demon Suppression Bureau, making him the most suitable inheritor.
That was why this scene had come to pass.
"This disciple