"You bunch of old fogies..." Li Xingtian looked at the group of Saints called over by Zhang Menglong, and sweat dripped down his back.
If he was determined to protect Lin Mofeng today, it wouldn't take much for those 11 Saints to hold him back.
If they were even a bit more serious, even Li Xingtian could fall here; this was no joke!
"Li Xingtian, you're not young anymore; stop always thinking about your pride," a Saint advised. "Is it worth exchanging what you've built over half a life for a disobedient student?"
"Exactly, even if someone comes knocking, see who it is. If it's a demigod, would you still find it shameful?"
"Mr. Zhang may not be a demigod, but his stature is far above ordinary Saints. You won't lose out this time."
"What benefits did he give you all to make you help him like this?" Li Xingtian sighed, showing signs of relenting.
"Hehe, a Saint Grade Elixir." The 11 Saints displayed smug expressions.
