Elder Han followed alongside to lead the way. He sighed, hesitated, then said, "Young Brother Yang Chen, although I know I should not say this, I still must. If you can cure the King, then for the offense my foul mouth caused you earlier, if you wish to vent your anger, even taking this old man's life would be fine. I only hope you truly have the ability to save the King. But if you cannot save him, then this old man certainly will not spare you."
Hearing Elder Han speak thus, Yang Chen could not help but regard him somewhat more highly.
As for the other party's threat, he truly did not take it much to heart.
A man willing to give his own life for his clan and his King could not possibly have such terrible character.
It seemed Elder Han was merely stubborn and inflexible; his character was not truly bad.
Yang Chen laughed heartily. "Elder Han, first, I do not want your life. Second, I have said that I will definitely save the Black Demon King. I do not know precisely what Elder Han suspects me of, but if you think about it, you should understand. I have now ventured deep into your Black Demon Clan. If I truly harmed the Black Demon King, could I still escape?"
Elder Han did not fully believe him, but his mouth was undoubtedly much more restrained. He coughed twice and said, "Young Brother Yang Chen is right."
Yang Chen knew Elder Han did not fully trust him, but he had plenty of time to make the other party believe him.
Next, he slowly began selecting materials from the material storehouse.
At first glance, Yang Chen was truly startled. He had originally thought that a primitive tribe like the Black