After hearing Zhang Chen's words, Gu Mingyue immediately chimed in, his voice full of agreement. He was terrified Zhang Chen would stab him in the back, and that he'd end up being forced to die by the countless disciples under his command in the name of righteous duty.
If the countless disciples under his command really forced his hand, then should he die or not?
If he didn't die, that would mean disregarding righteousness, disregarding his fellow brothers in the sect, becoming a selfish, petty man. His reputation within Yellow Heaven Dao would surely reek, he would inevitably lose people's hearts, be isolated throughout Yellow Heaven Dao from then on, and thus be reviled for ages.
And if he did die?
He had already become a Twelfth Tier Natural God; he wasn't an idiot. How could he willingly go to his death?
Zhang Chen glanced at Gu Mingyue. "Relax. I'm not an idiot. How could I let myself be seduced by the Demon Race?"
