Yue Xingchen, full of anger, watched Ye Fei turn around and leave, his tiger-like eyes inadvertently revealing a few strands of helplessness.
As the saying goes, victors are kings and the vanquished are bandits!
The current outcome could only be described as a self-inflicted situation.
It truly was a tit for tat!
A moment ago, they had been coercing Ye Fei to hand over the Misty Divine Sect's heritage, yet now they found themselves being forced by Ye Fei to transcribe cultivation techniques.
There truly was nothing more ironic than this.
Gao Mingkun, looking at Ye Fei in front of him, pointed angrily at Ye Fei's nose and roared, "In your dreams! This old man would rather die than write any cultivation techniques for you!"
Ye Fei watched Gao Mingkun with a cold look, a sarcastic smirk flickering in his eyes.
"Are you sure you won't write it?"
Gao Mingkun glared furiously at Ye Fei.
"Unless I am dead!"
Ye Fei responded with a chuckle and gave a pat with his hand.
