Just as Han Li thought about saying something, he suddenly heard a voice transmission from Layman Qing Yi.
"Han Li, this old man hasn't accepted a disciple in his entire life and doesn't have much longer to live. If you were to become my disciple, then my legacy, magic treasures, and all else will by inherited by you. You aren't going to come across such good fortune elsewhere." Layman Qing Yi's voice was full of allure.
Han Li understood that his words were certain to be overstated, but he couldn't help but feel tempted. Before he could even think it over, he heard Zenith Yin's gloomy voice.
