"One moment you're flying with Sword Control, the next you fall into a monster's mouth, becoming its dinner."
Lin Jinpeng humorously said an ice-cold joke.
As soon as the words came out, there was a moment of silence in the bamboo house, and all of them stared at him with dissatisfied eyes.
"What's wrong, did I say something wrong again?"
Lin Jinpeng touched his nose in confusion and laughed bitterly.
"Jinx."
Shitou hadn't recovered from the fear of the blood sacrifice and snorted back.
"Alright, enough of that."
Xiao Mu quickly changed the topic as he saw the atmosphere turning tense: "How about you three? Have you decided? Will you become disciples of Master or not?"
"Becoming disciples."
The three boys who were named looked at each other and said in unison.
Ye Qinghan touched the back of his head and laughed: "It's always good to have Master backing us up, at least we'll have more brothers, and no one will bully us."
"That's the way to think."
