At first, the powerful stranger's pride had made him refuse to submit to Mo Qi.
Now, that same pride compelled him to honor his promise and follow Mo Qi.
A word, once spoken, is like spilled water—impossible to take back.
Besides, the miraculous abilities Mo Qi had displayed made him far less resistant to the idea.
"Think this through," Mo Qi said, his tone serious. "I won't force your decision. But once you become my follower, if you dare to be disloyal, the consequences will be severe."
He wasn't running a charity.
'I can bring you immense benefits, so naturally, I expect you to serve me with complete devotion.'
"Please, Master, grant me a name!" The powerful stranger remained resolute, his decision made.
Having made his decision, he would have no regrets.
"Very well. Strictly speaking, you are my first official follower. I will grant you the surname Mo. I hope you won't treat this matter as a joke. From this moment on, 'Mo Xiao' will be your name."
