Although Li was willing to sell himself to this girl, there was no way he could actually say something like, "Alright, I'll sell myself to you..."
Li slowly shook his head. In truth, he felt somewhat wary at the moment. This might very well be a conspiracy aimed at him. Perhaps these people simply wanted to see him make a fool of himself.
That thought flashed through Li's mind. He slowly shook his head again, this time with great determination.
The girl froze at Li's refusal. In fact, her Elite Guards froze as well. Quite a few of them placed their hands on their weapons, as though they would rush forward and hack Li into a bloody pulp the instant the girl so much as frowned.
A bitter smile appeared on Li's lips. He had not expected every one of the Elite Guards this girl had brought to be above Level 16, with a third of them having reached Level 17.
Was Li afraid? Of course not. In fact, he had the strength to fight several of them head-on and kill them. But what would that accomplish? It would expose his strength.
The girl's previously troubled face suddenly lit up with delight. The joy came so swiftly that it caught Li off guard. What exactly was she trying to do?
"You don't want money?" the girl cried out in delight, leaving Li stunned. What did she mean? Was not wanting money somehow worthy of exterminating nine generations of his family?
The girl vigorously patted Li on the shoulder, making his expression change. This girl was incredibly strong—her strength was not much weaker than the force of Li's seventh level of the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art. If Li had not been prepared, that slap might have knocked him off balance.
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