Ma Yuanzhou's expression stiffened for a moment. He clearly hadn't expected Fang Han to refuse so decisively.
But he quickly regained his lofty demeanor, tapping his fingers lightly on his knee twice.
"Perhaps you should reconsider. The Celestial Fire Sect has been in Yunzhou County for centuries, and our connections are spread throughout the county. If you gain our sect's friendship, many things will become much more convenient for you here in the future."
His tone was still gentle, but to Fang Han's ears, the word "convenient" held a clear, different meaning.
If he didn't have the Celestial Fire Sect's friendship, then things would likely be very inconvenient.
Fang Han's expression darkened.
He looked up at Ma Yuanzhou, his gaze devoid of emotion, yet it made Ma Yuanzhou sit up straighter unconsciously.
Fang Han didn't draw his sword. He simply rested his hand on the edge of the table and said calmly:
"Elder Ma, I'll say it again. Please leave."
