"I'm determined to offer these four legs! Even if the Dao Ancestor came, he couldn't stop me!"
Xuan Jia had cultivated in the North Sea for countless years. All these years, he had never gone a single day without wanting to transform.
Looking at Liu Mang's physical body, Xuan Jia was drooling with greed.
An innate spiritual body~ So fragrant, slurp.
Now, the chance to transform was right before him. He wanted to improve too badly.
"Saint, Saint! Bah, Master! Master, you can chop off my legs. Look at them—they're exactly four, no more and no less. I, Xuan Jia, was born to hold up the heavens."
Xuan Jia raised his rear and spun in circles, displaying his four legs.
"Look, every one of them is so well-proportioned, every one of them is filled with strength, every one of them... Anyway, they couldn't be more suitable for holding up the heavens."
If he could transform and kneel, Xuan Jia would have long since knelt down and begged Tongtian.
Looking at Xuan Jia's ingratiating face, Tongtian did not know what to say. Xuan Jia had even started calling him Master, making it awkward for him to agree.
He was shameless beyond belief!
Where was his backbone? Where was the pride of a senior cultivator of Hong Huang?
Why couldn't he stand firm? The moment he heard about Merit, he couldn't hold himself back? If it were me, I...
Fine, I couldn't hold myself back either.
That evil disciple had guessed correctly again.
"Master, just agree to take Junior Brother as your disciple~"
Seeing that Tongtian remained silent, Liu Mang hurriedly kept winking at him from the side, nearly cramping his eyes.
Tongtian understood that Liu Mang was so insistent on having him accept Xuan Jia as a disciple because he wanted