With his bulging eyes as wide as copper bells, he watched in shock as the gray key was inserted into his forehead. It felt like a dagger being plunged into his soul, causing a slight sting.
In the darkness, a thread emerged, linking him to Master Han, linking them together.
"Special authority… Disciple?"
"Passive ability… Reciprocal?"
"Passive ability… Respecting Teacher's Ring?"
"Passive ability… Secret Pact?"
"Active ability… Death Challenge?"
…
It took Renwo Kuang about a minute to absorb the inheritance information.
By the time he regained his senses, his feet felt as if they were nailed to the ground.
His rapidly beating heart, like the agitated waters of a lake, was difficult to calm.
"You… are all disciples?"
"Yes." Su Mei gave a charming smile, muster her courage to greet this arrogantly famous man, saying:
