For Chen Hai, taking in disciples was naturally a benefit.
However, standing before the giant stone tablet at the foot of Black Water Immortal Mountain, faced with so many people begging to be admitted under his tutelage, he furrowed his brows but did not respond immediately.
After all, things that were too easily obtained were never truly cherished.
At this moment, those kneeling near the giant stone tablet, wishing to be taken under his wing, were certainly more than one or two.
If just kneeling and saying a few good words would prompt him to come forward, satisfy their desires, and take them to receive the inheritance, wouldn't Chen Hai's disciples become too cheap?
Moreover, ordinary people stepping into Black Water Immortal Mountain and hoping to successfully receive an inheritance had an extremely slim chance.
Among these one or two hundred people before him, who knew how many could truly succeed in receiving the inheritance?
