This isn't some gang where the more people, the better.
This is a martial arts world, a time of chaos. For an ordinary person without strength or ability to say they want to follow him, to Chen Mo, it's nothing but a burden.
After all, if he were to agree, then as your little brother and you as his big brother, you would have to take care of him, right?
Moreover, Zhang He previously pledged allegiance to Wang Xi, and now he turns around and says he wants to follow him...
"I... I..." Zhang He stammered for a long time but couldn't say anything conclusive. As a farmer from Fu Ze Village, his greatest skills were farming, enduring hardships, and his strength, but people like him were everywhere.
Chen Mo shook his head and said, "Considering what you just told me, I'll give you a pound of millet. Move along, no need to follow me."
Chen Mo stood up and issued an order to send him off.
