When Ye Haochuan spoke, everyone froze.
"Kid, what do you mean?"
Xu Yuanba's face, which had just calmed down, grew dark again.
"Do you have amnesia?"
Ye Haochuan sneered, "Earlier you wanted to beat and kill me. Why should I help your ancestor with treatment?"
"Humph, if you don't want to die, keep up with the stubborn talk!" Xu Yuanba snorted coldly.
"If you really have skills, go ahead and make a move!"
Ye Haochuan looked down on Xu Yuanba, laughing lightly, "If you kill me, then your ancestor... no, your entire Xu Family will have to be buried with me!"
"You..."
Xu Yuanba was momentarily speechless, holding his breath with no reason to let it out.
Ye Haochuan was right; those medicinal cultivators with Temple backgrounds wouldn't dare to treat the ancestor. Right now, he could only rely on Ye Haochuan.
