"Kid, you want to be my disciple and learn Martial Arts? First, you must join the Devil Cult," Mo Yun said seriously, as if he truly intended to teach Gu Fan Martial Arts.
Gu Fan was again overjoyed. He had no idea how deeply the current Martial Arts world and the common people resented the Devil Cult; he just wanted to learn Martial Arts. So, he decisively offered his respects, "Master above, please accept your disciple's bow."
"All right, dispense with the formalities," Mo Yun said, seeing Gu Fan's excited demeanor. He felt somewhat reluctant but still explained, "As I said, to be my disciple, you must first join the Devil Cult, but I won't immediately accept you as an apprentice. I want to see how you perform."
"Okay, no problem. So I am now a member of the Devil Cult. Should I give myself a nickname? I can't use something like 'the embodiment of justice' anymore." After speaking, Gu Fan stroked his chin, beginning to ponder a brand new nickname for himself.
