However, whether he could leave alive or not, he no longer cared.
Li Mu, Yanyue, and the young Wen Jiu had already escaped safely, and old acquaintances were properly placed under Han Li's care.
If he could establish a Foundation and still be alive, it was already a blessing. As long as he could salute Bai Jianxin, his only direct disciple, even death would be without regret.
"Martial Uncle, please let me go with you. With me around, there would at least be someone to take care of you." Wang Xianzhi shook his head, refusing.
Ye Chen reprimanded coldly, "This old man is a respectable Foundation Establishment cultivator, why would I need a young Qi Cultivation Fourth Layer brat like you to take care of me?"
Wang Xianzhi remained silent.
He silently picked up the cup on the table.
"Have some Spirit Tea."
"Help me up… get out, get out, this old man needs no help. Staying here, you will only be a burden and do nothing else."
Ye Chen was furious.
