I'm losing hope in this world swayed by interpersonal considerations

If Young Master Phoenix Slayer really called Medicine Master and Riverly Purple Mist, I have to escape! Thrice Reckless Mad Saber thought to himself. If he waited until Medicine Master and Riverly Purple Mist arrived there, he would be in big trouble!

Thereupon, Thrice Reckless Mad Saber clenched his teeth and took out his treasured saber, ready to run for his life. He had given up on forcing Venerable White to use his disposable flying sword to send him away. Even if he had a few tricks up his sleeve that could allow him to anger Venerable White rather easily, these tricks were a little too extreme. If he was careless, Venerable White might kill him directly. In short, the price he would have to pay was too high and it wasn't worth it.

After all, he only liked to seek death, and didn't want to die for real!