Zheng Hongtao and Zhao Han both looked at Liu Wentian, waiting for his response, but they had already determined that Liu Wentian would definitely join Blood Night; after all, joining Blood Night meant gaining privileges and honor, with the possibility of even advancing to become a King Martial. Only a lunatic would refuse such an opportunity!!
"Sorry, I'm not interested in joining Blood Night," Liu Wentian said indifferently.
Zheng Hongtao's face, tinged with envy, froze, and Zhao Han's excited expression stiffened!!
He... he really refused??
"Liu Wentian, have you gone mad??" Zhao Han exclaimed in astonishment.
"It's you who's gone mad, mad woman, what's with the excitement."
Liu Wentian curled his lips; he didn't need the so-called guidance of a Saint King from Blood Night to become a pseudo King Martial master. Besides, there's no such thing as a free lunch in this world. Joining Blood Night might grant some privileges, but at the same time, he would lose his freedom.
