Ye Tianchen looked at Hu Gao, completely speechless and without any solutions. Considering his current reputation in the Ancient Martial World, countless people were keeping their distance. It was common knowledge that the Five Poison Sect and the Sword Control Sect, and now the Songshan Sect, were all sworn to be at odds with him until death. They might have already sent a large group of powerful assassins after him. Not even Ye Tianchen knew when he might be completely annihilated; how could anyone dare to follow him?
"Kid, have you got water in your brain? The Five Poison Sect, the Sword Control Sect, the Songshan Sect—these three major Sects of the Ancient Martial World are all after me. You still want to mix with me, aren't you afraid of dying?" Ye Tianchen looked at Hu Gao with a trace of annoyance.
"I'm not afraid, my grandfather always taught me that death is as light as Mount Tai, and important as a feather..." Hu Gao said, trying to appear righteous.
