"Theoretically, yes." The large black dog nodded.
"However, brat, you're being hunted down by so many Imperial Clans. If you really enter there, hoho, you'll probably be chased around to be beaten every day," the little azure dragon said, delighting in Ling Han's misfortune.
Ling Han smiled, "That won't happen. With the old man's intimidation, on the surface, even the Imperial Clans would not dare to do anything to me."
Just think, how terrifying would a Saint wielding an Imperial Weapon be?
It was presently a crucial period in the resistance against Yin souls. Saints were naturally the most important power, and the Nine Mountains Saint even had an "Imperial Weapon". Of course, he belonged to the category of people that needed to be united, so how could he be pushed onto the opposing side?
Thus, even if Ling Han swaggered boldly into the ranks of the Imperial Clans, these people would still have to force themselves to bear with it.
