Accepting a Disciple

The sound of people greeting Merlin resounded loudly.

The blue eyes looking out were extremely cold. Even though there was no aura on his body, it made people feel loftiness that was difficult to reach.

"Hello everyone, I am Merlin."

Merlin's face seemed like he was smiling, but also like he was not. But his voice resounded like the sound of a bell from the heavens.

Many people looked at the thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy with mixed feelings. Some were surprised, some were excited, some felt respect, and some felt jealous in their hearts.

“The Ancestor is this young?”

“How can a young person like this have such talent?”

"He's the person I want to be the most."

"Agreed."

People turned to talk and gossip. But still, many people could not hide the admiration in their eyes.

But as soon as Merlin spoke up, those voices suddenly fell silent without any prior signal. They did not want to lose their opportunity to listen to him.