The Southern Butcher intended to take Lin Mu as his disciple? Everyone who heard this was shocked. If Lin Mu agreed, he would become a disciple of the Southern Butcher.
However…
"Hahaha, hahaha!"
Just when everyone thought Lin Mu would agree, he laughed. Moreover, the mockery in his laughter was completely undisguised.
"What are you laughing at?" Nangong Xiu's brows furrowed slightly, a hint of displeasure on his face.
"You want to be my master?" Lin Mu asked with an indifferent smile.
"And why not?" Nangong Xiu clasped his hands behind his back and spoke with immense arrogance. "With my qualifications and experience, following me would be of infinite benefit to you. A casual pointer or two from me would be enough to serve you for a lifetime."
His tone carried an air of absolute authority, as if he could command nations and move mountains with his spirit alone.
"Guide me?" Lin Mu laughed again. This was probably the most absurd joke he had ever heard.
