"Not only am I an Imperial Guard Thousand Households Officer, I am also the court-appointed Marquis of Martial Peace. I truly dare not accept entering the Buddhist order to cultivate and becoming fellow disciples. Please do not bring it up again, Master."
Seeing Su Fei refuse, Master Pure Land looked regretful and sighed.
"Since you have no such intention, Marquis Su, this old monk will not insist. But the doors of our Pure Emptiness Temple will always be open to you."
Afterward, the surviving martial artists stepped forward one after another, bowing to Su Fei and bidding him farewell.
The middle-aged Grandmaster martial artist who had earlier slumped on the ground, crying out in despair, now stood with his back perfectly straight and bowed deeply to Su Fei.
"Marquis Su, I will remember your kindness in saving my life until my teeth fall out. Should you ever have an assignment for me, I will brave boiling water and raging fire without hesitation."
The other Martial Saint Realm and Grandmaster Realm martial artists Su Fei had saved also expressed their gratitude.
Su Fei nodded to each of them in response.
Zhang San and Li Si helped receive them at his side, their faces full of pride at sharing in his honor.
They watched these martial artists, who had been so desperate and helpless before, now treat Marquis Su with the utmost respect.
This was also the courtesy Su Fei deserved.
Before long, the martial artists left the burial chamber one after another.
Some supported their injured companions, while others carefully gathered their companions' belongings. No one mentioned Martial Saint Azure Cloud's martial arts manuals again.
Only after experiencing this life-and-death calamity did they begin to understand that, compared with their own lives, those so-called martial arts opportunities might be traps.
Su