After a moment of contemplation, Ye Fan said, "I'm a man with no great ambitions. Please don't entrust me with saving the world. Can't I just give the Yuanhong back?"
But one of the Five Ancestors said, "The moment you picked it up, your fate was no longer yours to choose. If you try to run, you will only die a more miserable death!"
"You have no way out. Either you die, or you slaughter the gods!" the group shot him down.
He was speechless. Only now did he realize the Yuanhong Sword was a hot potato. He wanted to throw it away but couldn't.
He said, "Alright, those things are still a long way off. I don't want to think about them right now. Just tell me how to get out of here."
To the current him, what the Five Ancestors spoke of was pure fantasy. There was no point considering it when he couldn't even handle the enemies directly in front of him.
"Leave? Don't you want to receive the inheritance of our power?" the five of them tempted him.
