Chen Lin rejected Huangfu Qingrou's offer outright.
"No need. I prefer the peace and quiet of being alone. I don't need anyone to attend to me."
With that, he waved his hand again, signaling that she need not say any more.
Huangfu Qingrou paled slightly, but she also breathed a sigh of relief. She bowed respectfully and was about to withdraw.
Just then, a figure appeared outside the door and addressed Chen Lin. "Brother Chen, if you intend to refine that evil Luo origin essence, you might let Qingrou help you give it a try. Her innate talent is particularly suited to refining heterogeneous energy. She might be able to do it."
The newcomer was none other than Huangfu Ying.
At her words, Chen Lin paused briefly. Then his eyes flickered, and he nodded. "Then let her stay and try. If she succeeds, I won't treat her poorly."
Restoring the Thunder God Sword was not merely about obtaining innate power. More importantly, he needed to know whether any lingering consciousness of Grass remained within the sword. He would not let even the slimmest chance slip away.
Huangfu Ying glanced at Huangfu Qingrou, whose head was lowered, and instructed her, "Lord Chen saved everyone aboard our ship this time. You must do everything you can to help him. Hold nothing back."
"Yes."
Huangfu Qingrou hastened to agree.
Huangfu Ying gave Huangfu Qingrou a meaningful look, then turned and left.
Chen Lin sighed inwardly and swept his sleeve, closing the door.
Madam Huangfu had plotted painstakingly, trying every possible means to bind him to their lineage. Her intentions were far too obvious.
Unfortunately, she had miscalculated. Never mind one woman-even if she gave him every woman aboard the ship and offered herself as well, he would not risk his life for her.