The Disciples

Apollo stared at the young woman in front of him for a moment before a smile formed on his lips.

"Sure," the beggar answered, though deep inside, he couldn't help but sigh in disappointment. "What is your name?"

"R-Rachel," Rachel stuttered with wide eyes. She couldn't believe that their savior was agreeing to her request so easily. "I… I don't know what to say."

"Well, me too," Apollo chuckled as his senses covering her disappeared.

Unfortunately, Rachel only had an average talent in cultivation, just like any other kid in this settlement. Some of them didn't even have the talent to cultivate.