Soul Power!
Inside the dimly lit room, Mu Yang found himself in a rather dark environment.
"Kid, kowtow and call me Master!" the authoritative voice echoed in Mu Yang's ears, causing his face to become increasingly peculiar.
Was this mysterious old man really planning to take him as his disciple? However, Mu Yang didn't even know the old man's name!
The restraints that had gathered on Mu Yang's body had already dissipated. Mu Yang raised his head, looking at the mysterious old man with a hint of hesitation in his eyes.
"Kowtow, it's your good fortune. Hurry up!" the old man urged impatiently, noticing Mu Yang's hesitation.
Mu Yang's mouth twitched. This old man was way too overbearing. Who would accept disciples like this?
"May I ask, senior, who are you?" Mu Yang cautiously inquired.
"You brat, you've got some guts!" The old man slapped Mu Yang's head again.
"Ouch!" Mu Yang yelped, holding his head and glaring at the old man with resentment.