Luo Lin nodded solemnly, overwhelmed with gratitude. At a time like this, for someone to dare stand by her side and promise to protect her path was truly precious beyond measure.
The risk was simply too great; one misstep could cost a life!
For the old followers of the Saints, things were indeed difficult at present. The supreme experts newly descended upon the Supernatural Center had made up their minds to "change the dynasty" and would not allow the "old citizens" to undergo tribulation and become True Saints.
At the very least, that was how things stood for now.
Her handwritten letters and gifts had been delivered into those dojos. Judging by the responses, the situation was even more severe than she had imagined. Some dojos could not even be bothered to conceal their stance.
That meant that if she dared take that step, the Supreme Beings of certain dojos would surely strike without mercy.
"If I slip into a decaying universe, would they still be able to find me and cut off my path ahead?" Luo Lin asked. Though she desperately wanted to break through, she also feared bringing trouble to Shou, even causing him to spill blood in the Mythical Center. She wanted to weaken this crisis as much as possible.
Shou replied, "Some mysterious gazes are currently fixed upon the Demon Court. If you vanish and they suddenly attack, piercing through the Demon Court, would you show yourself?"
"I cannot let them pay such a price." Luo Lin shook her head forcefully, her heart heavy and stifled. She would never allow such a thing to happen.
"Then remain in the Supernatural Center. If you succeed, you may gain considerable benefits." Shou raised his head and looked toward the end of the void, where Twelve Strange Flowers stood.