Another Saint
"For my own good? The memories of a Saint were sealed away, and you're still saying it was for my own good?"
Although he had recovered those memories through videos recorded by others and their descriptions, he had ultimately learned about them from an outside perspective rather than experiencing them himself. The emotions were long gone. Heracles Enzo Camillo felt extremely uncomfortable, as if someone had forcibly dug out a huge chunk of his brain, leaving him feeling terrible.
He had already been thinking of causing trouble for Li Bai, and when the man happened to call, he immediately blasted him with his opening line.
"Of course it was for your own good. Also, they weren't sealed—they were erased, permanently. If you still had them, you'd regret it for the rest of your life. So the way things are now isn't a bad thing for you, me, or anyone else!"
Li Bai had no intention of acting like a thug. He was genuinely doing this for the God of Strength's own good.
Without Xu Xian's abilities and luck, it was best not to fall in love with a monster. Otherwise, he wouldn't even be enough to fill its gaps between its teeth.
"I! Don't! Believe! You!"
Heracles refused to appreciate the gesture. Instead, it aroused his unyielding spirit.
"Let's not talk about that for now. I have something to ask you. Do you know about the Nine Provinces Xuan Association?"
Li Bai had no interest in continuing to argue over the subject, so he turned to business.
"The Nine Provinces Xuan Association? What's that?"
Heracles was completely baffled. The name alone sounded distinctly Eastern, and he didn't remember the Saint's Association ever dealing with any such association.
"Some people from the Nine Provinces Xuan Association have just escaped.