He Feichen took a deep breath. He came from the Martial Arts World and understood better than those from the Secular World that power was respected.
He gritted his teeth and knelt on one knee, "Feichen is willing to follow Young Master Ling from now on. You are my leader!"
"Alright, stand up," Ling Fan nodded.
"Thank you, boss!"
"However, you're not yet qualified to be my subordinate. Start off as an honorary little brother!" Ling Fan shook his head.
He Feichen's talent was mediocre, not enough to catch his eye even for a minor role.
"What?" He Feichen was stunned. He didn't even qualify to be Ling Fan's minion?
This guy instantly felt depressed. The 37th ranked expert on the Star Plucking List was being despised?
Zhou Tianlu, Yun Fei, and Chen Ling were all bewildered, their eyes on Ling Fan filled with complexity.
