He immediately stood up and said in a deep voice, "Thank you for the kind offer, Daoist Wu, but I'm afraid I'll have to pass on this Ghost Soul Lotus."
With that, he left the secret room.
Wu Sheng's expression immediately darkened.
A glint of killing intent appeared in his eyes as he watched Li Chang'an's retreating figure.
'Someone this talented must serve my Yin Soul Sect. Since he refuses to join us alive, his soul and refined corpse will have to contribute instead.'
Sensing this killing intent, Zhao Ming's face paled.
He steeled himself and said, "Wu Protector, Li Fan has a formidable reputation. He's not an easy man to deal with. In my opinion, it would be best to maintain our current..."
"Hm?"
Wu Sheng's face was grim, his icy gaze fixed on Zhao Ming.
"Zhao Ming, remember your place!"
"Yes. I spoke out of turn."
Zhao Ming lowered his head, his expression terrified and his heart filled with unease.
Wu Sheng said no more.
