Tianshan Supreme was very puzzled right now, even shocked—shocked at why Ling Tianyu would do this, knowing that he had no way to appear in the world.
He was originally a dead man, exchanged back by the Fifth Prince with a death-row inmate; he was a scalding hot potato—who would dare take him? Even the Lingjiu Dynasty wouldn't dare take him in casually, they could only hide him in this kind of deep mountain forest, living days where he could never see the sun.
"True Martial Saint, I'm a hot potato. If you do this, you'll bring trouble down on yourself." Tianshan Supreme said with a laugh.
Ling Tianyu only smiled and said, "Eastern City, Infinite Holy Land, Physical Demon Clan—these three sides, I've all got grudges with. Even that very first batch of living beings has made a move on me. You think I still care?"
"I've already got a lot of lice on me; I don't care about one more. Besides, once you enter My Emperor Mountain, you're one of My Emperor Mountain's people."
