Hearing Yang Na say such a thing, Li Huowang froze. He wanted to argue, but he realized she was not wrong. He could neither refute her nor should he.
If Ji Zai, Ba Hui, the Three Pure Ones, the Five Wisdom Tathagatas, and Doumu could not defeat them, then the enemy had to be incredibly powerful. The Unborn Mother naturally could not defeat them either, so his current attempt to keep her out of it was surely meaningless.
"But that's not right..." Li Huowang vigorously shook his head, forcing his thoughts out from her perspective. A faint ache began to throb in his head.
"It's not like that. You don't have to care about what happens here. You can completely, completely, completely leave! Go home and obediently get your illness treated! You're not the Unborn Mother at all! Na Na! You're just sick!"
Yang Na's expression turned faintly puzzled at those words. "Get treated? So you mean I'm mentally ill? If I'm mentally ill, then what are you? Are you saying you're mentally ill too? That Ji Zai, Rulers of Fate, and all that are just your delusions?"
As she spoke, Yang Na reached out and took Li Huowang's hand, looking at him with worry. "Huowang, between mental illness and Rulers of Fate, you have to choose one. You can't call it mental illness when it comes to me, but a Ruler of Fate when it comes to you, can you?"
"But..." Seeing Li Huowang standing there with furrowed brows and tightly pressed lips, Yang Na suddenly smiled. She wrapped both arms around him, covered his mouth, and gave him a hard kiss.
Then she turned around, cupped her hands around her mouth, and shouted everything that had been bottled up inside her toward the azure sea. "Aaaahhh!!!"
Joyfully, she