Zhou Qingran finally stopped just as they were about to reach the Outer Heaven Realm.
The blue-clothed young man turned around in confusion and looked at her. "Why did you stop?"
Zhou Qingran shook her head. "I can't put you in danger."
"Put me in danger?" The blue-clothed young man laughed. "Are you serious? Across all the heavens, who could possibly harm me?"
Zhou Qingran looked at the young man's smile. She truly couldn't see a trace of fear in it—only confidence, an immense confidence, the same confidence she herself had once possessed.
She said, "I actually thought of you first, but I chose Dao Wushuang instead of you because your identity is too special."
The blue-clothed young man's lips curled up. "You mean my identity as the leader of the Black Hand Organization?"
Zhou Qingran nodded. "If you go with me, you'll be walking straight into a trap."
Then she quickly added, "I'm not afraid they'll accuse me of colluding with the enemy. I'm truly afraid you'll fall into a quagmire because of me and be unable to escape."
When she had left the Outer Heaven Realm earlier, the first two people she'd thought of were the blue-clothed young man, the leader of the Black Hand Organization, and Dao Wushuang.
Both had heaven-defying talent, more than enough to catch Duan Jingtian's eye.
But the blue-clothed young man's identity was too sensitive. Asking him for help would be tantamount to harming him, so she had to rule him out.
The blue-clothed young man looked at Zhou Qingran. "I'm not afraid. What are you afraid of?"
Zhou Qingran shook her head. "Every choice I make ends up bringing disaster upon the elders I respect. If I bring you along today and you suffer for it, I won't be able to live