"Let me tell you the truth. No matter how many things you give me, I might not have the ability to save you.
Right now, I'm merely a Dao Lord without even a Dao Fruit.
From my experience of being targeted by the world, if my true body crossed over into Tai Hao's world, I might be targeted especially badly. By then, in a strange land with no one I knew, nobody would come help me.
Sigh, forget it. Eating someone's food makes your mouth soft; taking someone's things makes your hands soft. I've always responded to gentleness, not force. If I don't do something for you, I just won't feel at ease.
I'll go try and hoodwink some mad dogs from the Ancient Underworld. The longer those fellows live, the blacker their hearts become. Their own hearts are black, so they see everyone else as black too. If someone sneezes, they could probably spin a hundred and eighty conspiracy theories from it. They're seriously sick in the head.
And don't send me Dao Artifacts anymore. I don't have the corresponding methods for other people's Dao Artifacts, so I can't bring out all their power. At critical moments, they might even become a weakness. What use would they be? Better to give them away as favors."
Twelve looked at the new reply and grinned foolishly in delight.
She could still sense the changes. For example, the handwriting in this letter had become much neater, and this rather blunt-speaking Good Sir had not cursed at her again.
This was a good beginning.
In the end, it was because she had helped Good Sir.
Overjoyed, Twelve began rummaging through chests and cabinets. From the books she had sorted out, she found the sections concerning the Great Wilderness and began considering which things