"Hmph, you've got nerve. Let's see how you die a month from now!" After leaving behind this harsh threat, the elderly man in black attire could not even be bothered to say another word. He flicked his sleeve and left.
"Ye Xiwen, although he was somewhat arrogant, there was one thing he did not say wrong. The Divine Alliance simply cannot spare the effort to deal with you right now; it does not mean they lack the ability. Without Wild Sky Hall's protection, I fear you will soon face fierce retaliation from the people of the Divine Alliance!" Hua Menghan said.
"They did not harbor any good intentions either!" Ye Xiwen narrowed his eyes. "They were never trustworthy to begin with. Besides, if they could sell out those who had fought and bled for them for years over a single invitation, then if the Divine Alliance could offer a sufficient price someday, they would probably personally chop off my head to exchange for a reward!"
Ye Xiwen saw it clearly. The conduct of these Wild Sky Hall people in particular had chilled his heart to the bone. Perhaps in their eyes, handing someone over was only natural, but in his eyes, it was utterly heartless.
In the eyes of those higher-ups, he was probably nothing more than a chess piece as well—a piece they could discard at any time. They could abandon people who had followed them for years with a mere word, all for a single invitation. How much less would they care about him?
However, he also understood that the invitation he called merely a single invitation was, to those people, an opportunity to change their fate—perhaps the only chance in their entire lives to attain the Dao.
They had already cultivated to the Mystic Realm and stood