"I-I, I'm not..."
Fu Xin was caught completely off guard by the sudden situation. He awkwardly waved his hands before turning toward the man lazily seated on the throne behind him, as if silently asking for help.
"I-I haven't... I'm not!"
He hadn't even become Jiang Jiamian's disciple yet!
And even if he did, he would only be one of his disciples. How could he possibly be worthy of the title of Young Master of the Demon Realm?
Jiang Jiamian leisurely produced a delicate jade gourd from seemingly nowhere. Tilting his head back, he took a leisurely sip of spiritual wine.
When he noticed Fu Xin's pleading gaze, he raised an eyebrow slightly. A seductive glint flashed through his eyes, and when he spoke, his voice was soft and gentle, carrying a strangely captivating quality. "I'll make you worthy of it. In the Demon Realm, no one dares to disobey my orders. Even if I pushed a pig forward and declared it the Young Master, they would obediently accept it. What do you say?"
