Barbarian Ancestral Court

More than a dozen tall Exotic Beast Horses galloped through the mountains, their hoofbeats echoing among the peaks.

Tie Xiaochuan lay on a stretcher bed borne by two horses. It was exceptionally well-balanced, and the rattanwood weaving between the frames was expertly done; even at a gallop, it did not jolt. Beast hides had been spread over it as well, making it far less uncomfortable.

Yet Tie Xiaochuan's expression was dreadful. His face was livid, his eyes half-open and half-closed, and from time to time, he looked at Fang Mo's back as he led the way, a trace of resentment flashing through his gaze.

He had never expected Fang Mo to reject him. The reason was that he had promised Gu Lingfeng to take Ling Cangyan as his master.

Even when he had offered his strongest body-refining cultivation method, Fang Mo had not changed his mind. It left him torn between love and hate. He admired Fang Mo for standing by his principles and keeping his word, yet hated him for being so inflexible. Was he supposed to make a dignified True Person beg him?

"Stubborn fool!"

Tie Xiaochuan cursed under his breath, then closed his eyes unwillingly. Tao Shang and the other two guarding nearby all heard him.

The three exchanged glances. Tie Xiaochuan had already cursed countless times along the way.

They could not help but sigh. Compared with others, one could be driven to death; compared with goods, one could only be thrown away. In Tianli Sect, who knew how many people wished to become Tie Xiaochuan's disciple, yet he had looked down on every last one of them. And now, of all people, he had set his sights on Fang Mo.

What was infuriating was that Fang Mo had actually refused, while Tie Xiaochuan, though angry,