"Fatty, I have a proposal for you," Chen Hao picked up the block of iron from the tray, grinning at Master Yemo. "I wonder if you dare to accept it?"
Master Yemo seemed to have become immune to being called "Fatty" by Chen Hao, showing no dissatisfaction at all.
However, upon hearing Chen Hao's words, he couldn't help a sense of dread welling up inside him.
"What proposal?" Master Yemo frowned. "My guest, I have already shown you great courtesy. As a heretic here to receive the Divine Spirits' blessing, I have provided you with a cushion and food. If you continue to cause trouble, I will have no choice but to have you expelled!"
Master Yemo was beginning to sense an unnerving aura exuding from Chen Hao, faint as it was, but as an Innate Martial Artist, he could clearly feel it.
What could instill fear in an Innate Martial Artist? Master Yemo couldn't fathom it and decided it was best to just send the man away!
Out of sight, out of mind!
