The Roast Divine Herb

Jia Ao took a deep breath. Just as he was about to speak, he sensed the deadly aura. His lifespan was almost up, so he was extremely sensitive to the aura of death. Even if this aura occurred only for an instant, or less than half a second, he would still sense it.

The deadly aura was like a bucket of cold water splashed all over him. He immediately shuddered and became clear-headed.

He would definitely get killed if he spoke with the True Form Realm Cultivator of a sect. However, the outcome would still be the same if he spoke with the experts of the five large sects at the same time.

Jia Ao felt sorrowful. Was he too blind to find several True Form Realm Cultivators from top-notch sects and gain some benefits? Doing such a foolish thing would be no better than committing suicide.

If he had calmed down first and thought things through clearly, would he still have done this? The answer was no. Definitely no.