"Little Wu, I think you may have misunderstood something."
Danheng looked at the pitiable young girl before him and rubbed his forehead helplessly.
Why did she think he would help her?
"I have no friendly relationship with Spirit Hall. We merely take what we each need."
Tsk, now that he thought about it carefully, Danheng still felt he had come out a little short.
Although the Immortal Herbs of this world were merely novel curiosities to him and served no real purpose, he had traded them away too easily. He would have to find some way to earn a little back later.
"I..."
Hearing Danheng's words, Little Wu's heart instantly sank to the bottom, leaving her at a complete loss.
What was she supposed to do?
Was she to be taken back to Spirit City, imprisoned forever, and then killed for her Soul Ring and Soul Bone whenever someone needed them?
"Forgive my bluntness, but the reason you were captured was entirely because of that boy named Tang San."
Little Wu froze at first, then met Danheng's calm gaze. She was just about to flare up when she remembered her current situation, so she turned her head away petulantly.
Danheng was not angry. He knew that a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast did not mean that the soul beast had truly lived for a hundred thousand years, and Little Wu clearly possessed the mentality and appearance of nothing more than a young girl.
To put it more bluntly, she had no idea how treacherous the world was. She was simply naïve and foolish.
"If I'm not mistaken, Tang San must have told you that there was treasure deep within this forest, then brought people here, correct?"
"Yes."
Little Wu glanced at Danheng. She wanted to hear what he had to say.
"Then