Hot potato...
Xu Xiaoshou knew Hua Xiang had taken things for granted. His identity as a Saint Slave was not so easily washed clean.
Whether the Holy Palace would protect him was truly hard to say.
More importantly, was that utterly unfamiliar place really his final "home"?
Xu Xiaoshou pondered.
Hua Xiang stood beside him, hope in her eyes, still waiting.
"What do you say?" she asked.
Xu Xiaoshou did not respond. After a long pause, he finally gritted his teeth and nodded. "I'll take it."
Setting everything else aside, the little girl had come all the way from the Central Region just to deliver this letter. She could not possibly have come to trick him. Taking it would not kill him.
If Emberlight Half-Saint truly meant him harm, if he really stood with the Holy Spirit Hall, then the one who had come this time would not have been such a silly, gullible little girl, but an enforcer.
Besides, why would a Half-Saint need to go through so much trouble to deal with a junior Master? Taking ten thousand steps back, Elder Sang had said that after he left, Long Rongzhi would be Xu Xiaoshou's next patron.
If he could not even trust his own grandmaster, what else in this world was worth trusting? "The letter. Give it to me." Xu Xiaoshou held out his hand.
Hua Xiang protectively drew her hand back, saying weakly, "You still haven't said..."
Xu Xiaoshou rolled his eyes. "I'm your Uncle Xu, all right?"
Did she have to make it so obvious? Walls had ears, did this little girl even understand? After that, Hua Xiang finally let down her last guard. Taking a step forward, she gave a foolish little grin. "Wouldn't it have been better if you'd said so earlier, Uncle Xu?"