"Isn't that the King?"
A disciple's twisted shout caught the attention of everyone.
They all focused on the disciple who had shouted and noticed that his eyes were wide open as he stared at the exit of the mission hall.
Everyone followed his gaze and an uproar had commenced as they realized that Zhao Luo had entered the mission hall.
"Thud!"
Chairs fell and the tables were flipped as a group of disciples rushed at him.
"What?"
Zhao Luo was shocked as he almost fumbled backward looking at the fanatics coming at him.
"Brother, please accept me as your disciple."
"Brother Zhao Luo, let me be your right hand."
"Brother, please accept me as your slave."
Different confessions were flying towards Zhao Luo who couldn't even look at them because of the awkward attention he was getting.
"Someone's pretty popular."
Xiao Yu said in a cold tone.
'If I had won, then they all...'
