"No."
Yan Huan refused Paris's request without a second thought.
There was no other reason.
Since he had never encountered someone like Paris in the future Okhma City, that meant Paris simply had not lived that long.
Earlier, Paris had said he liked the Heavenly Condemnation Hunters and wanted to return to Okhma City. Yan Huan had happened to want to see the Okhema of the past as well, so he had brought the guy along.
If Paris had decent character, then even if he could not escape his eventual fate of destruction, Yan Huan would not mind lending him a hand.
After all, it was no trouble.
But this guy was truly a little absurd.
"Brother, take my advice. Women all stink."
Yan Huan patted Paris on the shoulder.
"In times like these, even the elders can barely protect themselves. So many Titans have fallen already. Relying on others is worse than relying on yourself."
"If you can get around those enemies, avoid the overseer squads, and crawl your way back to Okhema... that would count as training too."
"I can't!" Paris shook his head wildly.
"Hero, please help me. I can really only rely on you."
"Can you really bear to watch me die right in front of you?"
"If I leave, I won't be able to see it."
"Ah...?!" Seeing Yan Huan be so heartless, Paris immediately turned his gaze toward Castorice.
A light breeze swept past, lifting Castorice's cloak and revealing her beautiful face.
Paris's pupils suddenly contracted, and he stared until his eyes went straight.
Although he had seen her once in the prison, the lighting had been too dim then, so he had not paid much attention...
But now that he got a close look, this girl was as beautiful as a heavenly maiden!