Mi Tianhe took a deep breath and said, “Fellow Daoist, if you think those conditions are insufficient, go ahead and tell me what you desire. So long as it’s within my authority, I’ll agree to anything. What I cannot promise you, I’ll do my best to win approval for.”

Su Yi shook his head. “It’s not a problem with the conditions, it’s that I’m not interested in joining any sect at all.”

Mi Tianhe was stunned.

The jade-robed young man beside him couldn’t help but interject, “Su Yi, don’t tell me you don’t understand your current predicament? Throughout the nation, who but the House of the Skywalking Sword would dare risk provoking the ancient factions’ ire just to help you?”

His words revealed his anger; he obviously thought Su Yi didn’t know what was good for him.

The other two House of the Skywalking Sword disciples looked angry too.

Su Yi, however, laughed. “Help me? That’s a nice way of putting it. In truth, you’re just trying to loot a burning house.”

Loot a burning house!

The phrase didn’t just visibly displease Mi Tianhe and his companions; Pu Surong’s group was uncomfortable too, and they were inwardly ...