"Don't you dare die," Di Dao continued.
Upon hearing his words, Gu Hong's Primordial Spirit almost exploded.
"Shut up for me."
Gu Hong roared, his Primordial Spirit oscillating, almost shattering.
Di Dao was helpless and had no choice but to shut up.
Yet, those cultivators started discussing, someone sneering with disdain: "Gu Hong is truly ungrateful, no wonder the Ancient God Clan is sometimes called demons, they're indeed too rude."
"Right, Di Dao clearly meant well, but he refused; even if he dies, he deserves it."
"Unappreciative of kindness, such people deserve a lesson to understand gratitude."
These were female cultivators, all with significant backgrounds, speaking such words.
Gu Hong was nearly driven mad, his Primordial Spirit dim, on the verge of perishing.
"Everyone, please stop talking, don't affect Gu Hong's recovery," Di Dao shouted, not wanting those people to affect Gu Hong further.
As soon as he finished, someone responded.
