Calamity from the Mouth, Not Worthy of Pity

Mi Tianhe drew a deep breath and said, "If you feel these terms are still not enough, you may state your demands. If it is within Mi's authority, I will certainly agree. And if it is not within my authority, I will do my utmost to secure it for you!"

Su Yi shook his head slightly. "It isn't a matter of terms. I simply have no interest in joining any sect."

Mi Tianhe was taken aback.

A young man in jade robes beside him could no longer hold back. "Su Yi, do you still not understand how dangerous your current situation is? Looking across the entire world, aside from our Heavenly Journey Sword Pavilion, who else would risk offending those ancient powers to help you?"

His words carried anger; he clearly believed Su Yi did not know what was good for him.

The other two disciples of the Heavenly Journey Sword Pavilion also showed traces of displeasure.

Yet Su Yi merely smiled. "Help? That sounds nice. In truth, you're simply taking advantage of a blazing fire to rob the house."

Taking advantage of a blazing fire to rob the house!

Those four words not only displeased Mi Tianhe and the others, but also made Pu Surong and the rest uncomfortable, anger rising within them.

This fellow truly did not know what was good for him!

"While I'm still in a fairly good mood, you should leave."

Su Yi rose from the rattan chair.

Night had already fallen, and he had no wish to waste his time on such trivial matters.

Mi Tianhe said gravely, "Please hear Mi out once more. According to information gathered by our Heavenly Journey Sword Pavilion, within ten days, a host of ancient powers led by the Huan Clan of the Demon Race will descend upon