After all, Yao Yan only wanted to have some fun, not invite trouble, so those words were indeed true.
Yang Guo believed him, but the Medicine Gate disciples did not. Not only did they disbelieve him, they even found the claim absurd and laughable.
"A demonic cultivator comes into Dao cultivators' territory and doesn't kill anyone? Do you take me for a fool?"
The corner of Yao Yan's mouth twitched. "This time, you've certainly seen yourself clearly."
The Medicine Gate disciple's face turned green with anger. "Silver-tongued rogue!" Then he looked at Yang Guo. "Since you belong to the Azure Tide Sect, you must have come to discuss cooperation with our sect. It's only a matter of time before we become allies."
Yang Guo's expression was rather cool. "And?"
The person behind that Medicine Gate disciple seemed to sense that something was wrong with the atmosphere. He hurriedly tugged at his senior brother's sleeve, signaling for him to stop talking.
But right now, that Medicine Gate disciple wanted nothing more than to get rid of Yao Yan. How could he spare a thought for anything else?
"I thought everyone from the Azure Tide Sect was intelligent. Must you force me to spell out what I'm implying?"
A cold smile curled Yang Guo's lips. "What do your implications have to do with me?"
The four disciples behind the leading Medicine Gate disciple were already growing anxious, but faced with this situation, they had no idea how to smooth things over.
Yet the leading disciple grew even angrier at Yang Guo's indifference, and his words began to spill out without restraint.
"Fine, fine, fine. It seems the Azure Tide Sect's disciples are determined to join forces with evil fiends."
Before Yang Guo could say anything, the four disciples behind him paled. "Senior