Having said that, Mo Qiandao clenched his fists, and a hint of hatred flashed in his eyes.
"What didn't you expect?" said Cao Dagui.
"Let's not talk about what happened back then." Mo Qiandao said, "Boy, do you know why I didn't go directly to the top of the mountain, but came here halfway up the mountain to find you?"
"I don't know." Cao Dagui shook his head.
"I will take you in as my disciple," Mo Qiandao said. "Back then, I dominated the world and achieved great success, but in the end, I met a tragic end. The reason was that I didn't establish a sect and didn't accept any disciples. This time, I will recruit many disciples and build the largest demon sect in Liangzhou. When that happens, I will make the three words "Mo Qiandao" once again make everyone in the world tremble in fear!"
Mo Qiandao spoke with great passion, but Cao Dagui was a little confused.
But one thing is certain.
The Mo Qiandao in front of him had died once, but for some unknown reason he came back to life, and no one knew how many years ago it was. Now he wanted to accept a disciple.
Could it be that he saw the color of my spiritual roots? Cao Dagui was a little suspicious.
"Why do you want to take me as your disciple, senior?" Cao Dagui asked, bowing.
"Fate." Mo Qiandao said only one simple word.
"Fate?" Cao Dagui narrowed his eyes.
"You must be thinking that I came to you because your spiritual root is red." Mo Qiandao said in an orderly manner, "Actually, that's not the case. Boy, if there is no fate between you and me, even if your spiritual root is colorful, I will not accept you as my disciple."
"Then where should we start to talk about this fate? Please give me some advice, senior." Cao Dagui said softly.
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