The short and stout old man, Wei Zhuang, counted his plump fingers and said, "The Second Elder is your second master, the Third Elder is your third master... the Sixth Elder is your sixth master, and the Seventh Elder is your seventh master."
Lin Chuan chuckled to himself. These people really thought of accepting him as their disciple. Haha, he'd truly fallen into a hornet's nest. What sort of people were these?
In this cruel world of hell, a short and stout elder with the lowest cultivation among a group of people had managed, due to his age, to become the Grand Elder, and he even wanted to take on a disciple whose realm was higher than his own. Speaking of which, it did seem quite crazy.
Lin Chuan said, "Kill me, or let me go."
