Although the implications in Xue Qinghe's—no, Qian Renxue's—words made Zhao Xuan curious, and the emotions revealed in her eyes were worth pondering, none of it could have any substantial effect on him.
"Although I don't want to oppose a force as large as Spirit Hall, I'm sorry, but I cannot betray my companions. Many of them already share a blood feud with you, and in the future... there will only be more."
Before this, Xiao San's mother and Xiao Wu's mother had both died at Spirit Hall's hands, and afterward...
Spirit Hall was wildly ambitious. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Star Luo Empire were both among their targets, and the hatred between them would likely only deepen in the future.
By the end, Zhao Xuan was somewhat dazed. He then shook his head, unsure why he had said so much to Qian Renxue. They were enemies, after all. Perhaps cutting her down now would have been the more correct choice.
But he quickly dismissed the thought. A figure like her could not determine the outcome of the battle.
Zhao Xuan could sense a sacred aura deeply hidden within Qian Renxue. This showed that her martial soul was far from ordinary. Her Soul Power was equally surging, not inferior to his in the slightest.
A Soul Emperor could not turn the tide on a battlefield like this, and he did not think someone Spirit Hall had sent as a hidden pawn would be all that important.
Yet many years later, when Zhao Xuan recalled this judgment, his feelings would become far more complicated.
Of course, that was all in the future. At this moment, he had no particular thoughts toward the person before him named "Qian Renxue."
However...
"Come to think of it, why does a man like