"Teacher Zhao, you're dreaming too big. Reaching the Soul Ancestor realm at my age can be called an unprecedented feat of genius. How could you make me acknowledge you as my master just because of one Self-Created Soul Skill?" Hu Jiu rolled his eyes and shouted exaggeratedly.
"Good grief, I'm a dignified Spirit Sage. Plenty of people want to acknowledge me as their master. What more do you want?" Zhao Wuji proudly flexed his arm. The reputation of Unmoving Ming King Zhao Wuji had been forged through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Even the Spirit Hall had been helpless against him!
"Well..." Hu Jiu was momentarily shaken by the powerful pressure radiating from Zhao Wuji, but he still muttered, "I just wanted to say that my talent is excellent, and I learn Self-Created Skills very quickly. If Teacher Zhao only has one Self-Created Soul Skill, you'll probably have nothing left to teach me soon."
Only then did Hu Jiu remember that Zhao Wuji wasn't exactly a friendly person. The Original Work had used one phrase to describe him: killed countless people.
That phrase alone was enough to tell what kind of person he was.
And yet Hu Jiu still wanted to show off his cleverness in front of him. He certainly had some nerve.
"Heh, judging from what you've said, I'm determined to take you as my disciple." Zhao Wuji bared his teeth in a hearty laugh and waved his hand, instantly clearing the tabletop.
The next instant, a row of books appeared on the table. At a glance, there were more than a dozen of them.
"What's this?" Hu Jiu's eyes narrowed. He stood up without caring about his image, moved next to Zhao Wuji, and excitedly stared at the names on the book covers.