The Martial Alliance’s Treasure Vault!

"I'm in great trouble?" Ye Chen lifted his head to look at Yang Junlin. He frowned. "Is the government against me for killing Sikong Ao?"

"That's not the most important thing," Yang Junlin said while forcing a smile, "Do you remember what I told you before? The Martial Alliance came from Shang Santian…"

"Don't worry!" Ye Chen shook his head lightly. "If the people from Shang Santian really come, I, Ye Chen, will welcome them with my open arms!"

After saying that, he got the disciple to bring him to the Martial Alliance's treasure vault. Since the Martial Alliance had been founded after so many years, they must have collected some stuff that might be useful to him.

Yang Junlin secretly sighed upon seeing that Ye Chen left ignoring him.