He had made up his mind about one stubborn truth: he had to cling tightly to this "three-hundred-year" thigh. He could act like a big brother around others, but before Lan Yun, he had to behave.
"Heh."
Lan Yun chuckled. Clearly, Li Tianming's flattery still worked on her, but when she spoke next, her tone remained grave. "Your unruly nature has run wild even in Myriad Path Valley. You truly are one of a kind. But the more arrogant you are, the more easily you die. You chose this path yourself; I won't interfere with your choices. The only thing I can do is limit your opponents. Whether you live or die, whether you make a name for yourself or become a laughingstock, depends on you."
"Master, letting me only face the trouble of Fortune Disciples is already the greatest help you could give me. I will remember your kindness!" Li Tianming said.
"Don't underestimate Fortune Disciples. You can only flee from them; you cannot suppress them. Don't get that confused. As long as your strength is beneath theirs, one wrong step into a trap and you'll die without a whole corpse," Lan Yun said.
"I can't help it. From the moment I killed Huang Jihuang, I was destined to have no peaceful days. Being arrogant means death; not being arrogant also means death. I might as well let my thoughts flow freely," Li Tianming said with self-mockery.
"That reasoning is correct. So pray for your own fortune. Last time was the final time I stepped forward for you. Handle your own affairs from now on!" Lan Yun said.
"Then can I keep killing people?" Li Tianming asked.
"What do you think?"
"Whether I kill them or not makes no difference. They already hate me, and they're convinced that Black