I wish I could make a little money for him.
Such people often have no friends.
"Of course, I'm willing. Maoshan and I have a great affinity. I came here several times as a child and have been longing for it since then. I've dreamed about being accepted as a disciple by a Daoist many times.
Today, my dream has finally come true."
Wang Hao's face was full of smiles.
He wasn't naive anymore, saying he wasn't willing at this moment would be asking for trouble, wouldn't it?
He bowed, making a deep bow to the coffin:
"Disciple Wang Hao, pays respect to Master."
"Hahaha, good! Very good!"
The old Daoist seemed very excited:
"At last, my Maoshan lineage has not been severed, at last, my Maoshan lineage has not been severed!"
Wang Hao: ...
He somewhat understood the old Daoist's feelings.
It's like continuing the family line; if there's no heir, an elder might be anxious to death.
Shame on the ancestors.
