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"It all depends on the master's favor, and this disciple dares not make any presumptuous requests."
Zhou Yi considered his words carefully, bowed in response, and was extremely cautious in the presence of an immortal.
Having pursued the path of cultivating immortality for thousands of years, this was the first time Zhou Yi formally acknowledged a master and defined the master-disciple relationship. Although he had received inheritances and teachings, he had never truly addressed someone as master.
The Iron Crown Immortal grasped the Nascent Soul, and mysterious fluctuations appeared, bringing the previously stupefied and bewildered Wu Ming back to his senses in an instant.
"As a master, I detest whining. What do you want? Just say it."
"I thank the master!"
