"Do you want to live?"
The white-robed man's question stunned Yang An.
'Didn't this guy come here to kill me?'
'Why does it sound like now that he's decided I'm an Innate Flesh Mushroom, he wants to save me instead?'
He mulled it over for a moment, then nodded.
'Since he already thinks I'm an Innate Flesh Mushroom, and I've admitted to it, I might as well see this through to the end.'
Immediately after, Yang An heard the white-robed man let out a soft chuckle.
"Heh, there's no Innate Flesh Mushroom that doesn't want to live. In the future, you will be incredibly grateful for the choice you've made today!"
"..."
'So what on earth is this elder trying to do?' Yang An still couldn't figure it out.
"If you want to live, then you're one of us now. Have you heard of the Scripture Defector Association?"
Yang An shook his head.
