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"You are the new disciple of the Seeking Dao Peak?" The old man carried his body with his hands behind his back as he slowly walked towards Lin Hao. However, his movements seemed to be stiff and slow because he had been buried in a rock for too long. This made Lin Hao think that this fellow might just drop his head if he fell.    

    

"Master... Cough cough, I am Lin Hao. May I ask, is this really the peak of Dao Seeking? Did I get lost or something? "    

    

Looking at the old man who was getting closer and closer, the corner of Lin Hao's mouth twitched. He silently took half a step back. It wasn't because he was nervous or anything, but because this old man had a very strong smell!    

    

If it wasn't for the fact that he had lost face, Lin Hao really wanted to throw this old man into the water and wash him up more than a hundred times.    

    

The old man didn't mind Lin Hao retreating. He only raised his head and sized up Lin Hao's entire body from a young age. He even muttered:    

    

"Oh, a third grade martial master who suppresses the cultivation, an Aura that suppresses the power of the sword. Bloodline... Tsk, tsk, tsk. Such a tall Bloodline, and it's even a double source Bloodline. It's worth money! Wait, why is it still a CN? Could it be that there's some sort of hidden disease? ... "    

    

Although the old man was muttering to himself, he didn't control his voice at all, and every single word that came out of his mouth was transmitted into Lin Hao's ears. Just from this point alone, it could be seen that Wen Zheshi and this old man were absolutely master and disciple.    

    

CN? Invisibility?    

    

The corner of Lin Hao's mouth couldn't help but twitch a few times. Just now, he had lost his boots too early, so he should have stuffed them directly into this fellow's mouth.    

    

"Well, may I ask, you are the legendary... The Peak Master of Dao Seeking Peak, Old Mister Zhao Hao? " Lin Hao asked tentatively. Zhao Hao's name... It was also the name that he had asked Wen Zheshi along the way. When he opened it, it was very domineering...    

    

After the old man sized up Lin Hao, he nodded his head in satisfaction. His hawk-like deep eyes looked at Lin Hao and slowly said, "That's right, this old man is Zhao Ritian. No, that's not right, Zhao Hao! The Peak Master of Dao Seeking Peak welcomes you, my... my last disciple... For the sake of being my last disciple, you will be my, Zhao Hao's, direct disciple from now on! Be happy!"    

    

Lin Hao was speechless."    

    

Before he could say anything, Lin Hao was already a direct disciple. Furthermore, this direct disciple had given it to him so casually...    

    

Wen Zheshi who was standing at the side walked over and patted Lin Hao's shoulder with a gloating expression, "My condolences. Now that I have become a direct disciple, don't blame me for this. I was forced to do this."    

    

A million divine beasts rushed through Lin Hao's heart. What did this "reduced" mean? Was he forced to do this? Why did this tone sound like he was dragging Lin Hao into the water?    

    

It was really not that Lin Hao had too many scenes today. Indeed, this Seeking Dao Peak made Lin Hao feel uneasy. He kept feeling as if he had entered a marketing organization.    

    

"Lin Hao! Listen, you are the last disciple of my Seeking Dao Peak. No matter what happens in the future, I will be proud! I will be proud with the Dao Seeking Peak! Humiliation! I will be ashamed to be on the same level as you on the Seeking Dao Peak! Remember, no matter who bullies you in the future, even Xuan Jiufei... In the future, I will definitely seek justice for you!"    

    

Zhao Hao's voice was grand. Combined with his hawk-like eyes and his deep and steady voice, it gave Lin Hao the illusion that this might be a good Master.    

    

"Master... You can pull a few of them down!"    

    

As soon as Zhao Hao finished speaking, Wen Zheshi shook his head in confusion. It was as if he remembered some terrible time. A drop of clear water fell from the corner of his eye, as if he was secretly mourning the lost youth.