"Master, I am yours in life and yours in death! You can't refuse to accept me as your disciple!"
Xiao Zhang clung to Mo Qi's leg, collapsing onto the ground in a sobbing, snotty mess. Anyone who didn't know the situation would have thought Mo Qi had done something terrible to him.
The assembled Immortals felt their entire worldview crumbling.
Judging by the grand entrance Xiao Zhang had made, his status in the Demon Sect was clearly not low.
In fact, many had already guessed his identity: the Young Master of the Demon Sect.
And yet this very Young Master of the Demon Sect, second to only one person and superior to all others, was now wailing and begging Mo Qi to take him as a master.
What was so special about Mo Qi? What could possibly make Xiao Zhang cast aside his dignity like this?!
Or was this all just a conspiracy by the Demon Sect? A plot to kidnap Mo Qi and seize the Desperate Mountain Range for themselves?
