Xiao Bai sensed the old man's expression with his soul and was a little speechless. He simply stood up, making as if to leave.
"Since you are unwilling, old sir, then Xiao will not stay any longer. Take care!"
Seeing that he was about to leave, Hai Bodong grew a little anxious. If this fellow left, where was he supposed to find someone to help him undo the Soul Seal?
"Wait. Uh... young friend Xiao!" Hai Bodong got up from the bed at once and called out hurriedly.
Seeing Xiao Bai look over at him, he gave a light cough and said somewhat awkwardly, "Ahem, this old man was a little muddleheaded just now. I was discourteous!"
He knew those words were a bit of nonsense. With the black-clothed youth's Soul Strength, how could his every move possibly escape his senses? But in the end, he still had to build himself a ladder to climb down from the stage!
Xiao Bai also understood what he was thinking and did not expose him. He smiled, sat back down by the table, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "Old sir, would you come over for a talk?"
Hai Bodong also set aside the awkwardness in his heart at this moment. He walked over, sat opposite Xiao Bai, and asked with some anticipation:
"Young friend, are you truly willing to help me remove the Soul Seal?"
Xiao Bai did not answer right away. He poured him a cup of clear tea and said with a soft smile, "I have yet to ask your honored name, old sir?"
Hai Bodong politely accepted the tea he had poured and sighed. "A defeated man. How would I dare speak of being honored? My name is Hai Bodong!"
Hearing this, Xiao Bai shook his