409. Speaking to Recruit

A Recruitment Offer

"Saint Son, you dared to come alone. Aren't you afraid this old man might make a move?"

Qi Luo slowly rose to his feet, staring at the human Sacred Body who had arrived through the air.

"Do you dare?"

Ye Fan calmly took his seat and simply asked in return.

Qi Luo's imposing aura instantly faltered. That was right—did he dare?

Leaving aside the fact that the Ancient Heavenly Court had been jointly crushed by the major holy lands of the Eastern Wasteland, leaving its descendants severely weakened, even after more than a hundred thousand years, the various ancient sects still spared no effort in hunting down the remnants.

Even the Merak Holy Land from which the man before him came was not someone he could afford to provoke.

Others might think that the Merak Three Saints were merely ordinary human saints, but Qi Luo, who possessed certain secret channels connected to the Heavenly Court of the Dao of Assassination, was exceptionally well-informed.

The Merak Three Saints were all Great Saints of this era!

Let alone a half-baked saint like him—even true ancient sages would be effortlessly slain by the Merak Three Saints. He could not afford to provoke them.

"Hahaha, Saint Son, what fine methods you have."

Feeling his momentum deflate, Qi Luo gave a dry laugh and sat back down.

"Your right eye has been modified quite well, but treating a guest like this is rather impolite."

Ye Fan toyed with the cup on the table and glanced at Qi Luo's strange eye.

The strange eye was pitch-black, as though it connected to some unknown universe. Terrifying Dao laws lay within it, and as it spun, black light occasionally flashed forth, carrying a faint sense of scrutiny.

This assassin leader had clearly cultivated an extremely