"In this era, there are too few martial artists who can catch my eye!"
"And you are one of them!"
The Ancient Medical God couldn't help but sigh, "It's over..."
He understood Ye Chen's character...
And at this moment, a surge of icy anger had already erupted in Ye Chen's eyes.
With me, dealing in tyranny?
The moment you speak, you want me to be your servant?
Honor?
Perhaps becoming Yang Chiyuan's servant would bring many benefits, such as the martial arts heritage from ancient times, or a position of unparalleled status...
But, what do these even count for?
Compared to Ye Chen's pride, they are not even worth a fart!
He would never subordinate himself to anyone!
Ye Chen's voice carried a hint of coldness, "What if I refuse?"
The air above the deep valley seemed to freeze, as if chilled by the wind from the Nine Nether...
Dead silence...
Yang Chiyuan, with a trace of astonishment, looked at Ye Chen...
How did he feel now?
