Li Hao's words already amounted to an unequivocal refusal.
Yet Ying Xiaoxiao was not angry. His ability to resist the temptation actually gave her a sense of relief. In her eyes, this young man had been unlike anyone else since his days in the Mortal World. Fame, profit, and struggles for power seemed incapable of moving him, and even now, he remained the same.
Still, without Li Hao's help, the God Race would inevitably suffer greater losses in the coming campaign.
After a long silence, she gazed at Li Hao and asked, "If it weren't assassinating the Source Ancestor, but helping our God Race hold off a few Three Tribulations Saints, would you be willing?" "In that case, just lure the Three Tribulations Saints you need dealt with here. If they still insist on causing trouble, I can take care of them for you."
Li Hao said.
Hearing this, Ying Xiaoxiao understood his intentions. He did not want to become embroiled in the conflict between the Source Ancestor and the God Race. This concession was most likely for the sake of their friendship. The thought filled her with both warmth and shame, and she asked:
"The Source Ancestor will probably invite you to join him in this calamity too. Would you accept?"
Li Hao shook his head slightly. "This is your dispute. I want to go into secluded cultivation for a while, not get involved in these matters."
Ying Xiaoxiao inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. She too hoped Li Hao could stay out of this. After all, far too many of her people had already been sacrificed to resurrect the Progenitor. "I understand. Farewell, and take care of yourself."
Ying Xiaoxiao spoke and gave Li Hao a long look. After this parting, she did not know what things would