Those who dare harm me, must die!
Simu Sage's divine thought expanded in an instant, and then he noticed Ye Fan, who in his perception was like a small sun.
The mere emanation of his aura made Simu Sage feel a sense of suffocation.
He had a feeling that if he were to make a move, he'd die!
"Who are you? Do I know you?"
Simu Sage's eyes revealed a hint of confusion, he glanced at Great Saint Wanshu, then turned his head away, showing an expression of 'I don't know you, don't make absurd claims'.
The corner of Ye Fan's mouth finally revealed a hint of a smile, a sycophant, but a rather rational one at that.
Since this Saint-level cultivator didn't intend to help, Ye Fan had no intention of dealing with him.
Seeing Ye Fan turning his head away, paying no attention to him, Simu Sage finally breathed a sigh of relief.
In his heart, he quietly praised his own acting skills.
That wave of performance just now was extremely perfect.
