"Master, please accept us!" the white-haired elder and the others said respectfully.
"I am merely of a medium-grade spiritual root. Do you really think I am capable of becoming the true successor?" Yang Ji looked at the crowd indifferently, suddenly asking in return.
The white-haired elder and the others exchanged glances, and said, "Master, with your unparalleled insight, it's only a matter of time before you become the true successor."
"It is an honor and a stroke of luck for us to undertake a task with a genius like the Master. We are aware of our inferior talents, and if it were any other time, we would definitely not have the courage to express our desire to follow the Master."
"We know this is the only chance to get close to the Master. If we miss it, the Master and us will be as distant as the stars in the sky and stones on the earth, never to intersect."