Facing the pressure from True Lord Qingshui, Fang Mo did not back down. His expression remained calm and resolute.
Everything came from the heart. If he did not save these people, he would never be able to live with himself.
After all, some of them were his own kind. Although his soul did not belong to the Galactic Alliance, his body and soul had fused, and he had formed emotional ties with many people in the Galactic Alliance.
He simply could not bring himself to ignore them completely!
If he left a flaw in his state of mind, it would remain imperfect. So he would do everything he could and leave the rest to fate. If True Lord Qingshui refused, then he would save as many as he could—at the very least, he would rescue his friends and family.
"Making an exception isn't impossible, but you'll have to trade your merits for it!"
True Lord Qingshui finally spoke again. At once, Fang Mo felt the pressure lift from his body as the other party withdrew his immense presence.
Fang Mo did not hesitate. He bowed at once and said:
"This disciple is willing. Please grant my request, True Lord!"
True Lord Qingshui watched him with a smile, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "You may not know just how great your merits are this time. You'll receive an enormous reward from the sect: cultivation methods, pills, weapons—everything you could want. You might even be awarded a Nascent Soul Pill to help you break through to the Nascent Soul Tribulation Realm. If you miss this chance, there won't be another. Have you thought it through?"
"This disciple has. I can break through to the Nascent Soul Tribulation Realm on my own!"
Fang Mo spoke with absolute confidence. True Lord Qingshui