"Ancient Martial Alliance?"
Qin Hao mumbled with a puzzled face, then asked, "What do you want from me?"
He thought to himself: Xiaoma said there shouldn't be anything, but why call me proactively? Could it be Qi Tianzong starting trouble again?
The person on the phone said, "We hope Mr. Qin can join the Ancient Martial Alliance."
"Oh."
Qin Hao slightly relaxed, with a tinge of displeasure: So it was an invitation to join, but you're inviting me and I still have to go to you myself?
No sincerity at all!
Feeling annoyed, and due to a bit of morning grumpiness, Qin Hao wasn't in the mood to join and coldly said, "No time for now," then hung up the phone.
It was noon, and hunger struck. With no choice, Qin Hao washed up and went out to find a place to eat.
As he walked out of the hotel, the sun, hidden for days, hung high in the sky, shining blindingly bright, almost making Qin Hao go blind.
