“Are you leaving? Or not?” Amplified by the Sovereign’s Throne, Xiang Ning’s voice sounded like the King of Hell. This teenager’s cultivation was stronger than theirs, his aura so intimidating it suffocated them. 

“You....” 

“Ya… Ya Wen, we’ll go, we’ll go. Calm down, calm down.” 

Ya Wen coldly huffed, ignoring the blade at his neck. He stood up, but the blade remained at his neck. As long as he moved forward, it would slit his throat. “We’ll go!” He glanced at Xiang Ning, then turned to leave. He wasn’t blind; based on that knife and aura, the brat was no ordinary person. Offending a powerful entity over a sweetsop wasn’t worth...