"Brother, they are truly devoted followers, free of distracting thoughts. Why not just accept them?" Little Nan Li cautiously said.
She was terrified that Tang Feng would blame her.
Back in the Immortal Realm, he was that kind of guy—super chauvinistic.
Always saying men should handle matters and women should not get involved or be chatty.
But this lifetime, Tang Feng had clearly become much gentler, "Alright, Brother will listen to you."
Tang Feng allowed the eight people to open their souls and successfully imprinted them.
"Master." The eight people were thrilled.
There was no sense of shame or loss of face for submitting to a cultivator at the Golden Core Realm.
Many surrounding cultivators, who looked on, did not know whether to laugh or scorn, but dared not speak out.
Because they were not qualified.
To a Spirit Refining Practitioner, they could only look up.
Damn it!
Who can tell me what the hell is going on?
