Seeing that everyone had gathered around him again, Ye Feng's nerves immediately tensed up.
He was prepared to escape at any time.
At this moment, someone suddenly spoke.
"Mr. Ye, I want to be your disciple. Please accept me."
"Mr. Ye, I also want to acknowledge you as my master. I'll serve you tea, make your bed, and fold your blanket."
"A teacher for a day, a father for life. Mr. Ye will be my father in the future."
"Master, please accept my bow."
Lu Xiaoya was already scared out of her wits by these people.
Can you imagine a fifty to sixty year old man calling Ye Feng 'Father'?
Can you imagine someone kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to Ye Feng?
Can you imagine…
In short, for a moment.
The entire Antique Street was in a mess.
Everyone was fighting to become Ye Feng's disciple.
After all, they had personally witnessed Ye Feng's heaven-defying performance.
