Chang Wang touched down lightly, landing in front of Yang An in an instant, and waited for him to make his move.
But Yang An was in no hurry to act.
"I haven't said what happens if you can't take my one attack."
"How dare you!"
Before Chang Wang could respond, the Cultivators flanking them roared, but Yang An paid them no mind, looking only at Chang Wang.
"What do you want?"
Chang Wang asked, his eyes narrowing.
"I want to be an Elder."
Yang An said, smiling.
His words once again plunged the crowd into a dead silence. No one responded for a long time.
"Are you serious?"
Chang Wang stared intently at Yang An.
"Do I look like I'm joking?"
Yang An retorted, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.
"Make your move. For now, you can only be my Direct Disciple. In the future, if your Cultivation Level improves, I may be able to recommend you to become an Elder of the Mansion."
Chang Wang spoke slowly, much to the astonishment of the assembled Cultivators.
