"Please, Immortal, have mercy and accept this disciple, I'm begging you." Little Stone was still kowtowing, his forehead already covered in blood, while Ye Xuan stared blankly at the boy in front of him, a hint of contemplation flashing in his eyes.
Indeed!
His Heavenly Gate had been destroyed, his foundation severed, and his towering cultivation had no successor. He didn't even know how to walk the path ahead. Should he really pass on all his skills?
Yet, even though this child was sharp, his aptitude was not high, merely average at best, without even the so-called War Body, and seemed too ordinary.
If it had been the past, Ye Xuan wouldn't have looked twice at the boy's qualifications. Even if he had extraordinary potential, Ye Xuan would have ignored it, as he never considered taking any disciple.
But at this moment, Ye Xuan changed his mind!
What if he's a mere mortal?
What if his aptitude is poor?
