At this, Li Xian'er gently declined.
People from different strata simply did not befriend those from another, and she had no desire to associate with disciples of those great powers.
Those were not people she could keep under control. As a clever woman, she knew what she should touch and what she should not.
"Miss Xian'er, my friends are all prodigies from the major factions. Getting to know them would bring you nothing but benefits."
"Come on. Stop refusing."
Wang Teng said in a deep voice. Li Xian'er's refusal displeased him somewhat. He had invited her so earnestly, yet she still dared to refuse him?
So many people had no chance to even make the acquaintance of his friends. Now that the opportunity was right before her, she still dared turn it down?
What an ungrateful woman.
"Young Master Wang Teng, Xian'er is fine here. Besides, Xian'er's status is humble. I fear I would only make Young Master Wang Teng lose face."
Li Xian'er imperceptibly avoided Wang Teng's reaching hand, then quietly put some distance between herself and him as she smiled.
She could not afford to provoke Wang Teng, but could she not at least avoid him?
All she hoped for now was that this uncle of hers still possessed a shred of conscience. Coming here had been a gamble—a gamble on that final shred of conscience left in him.
Moreover, the Li Family's Purple-Armored Divine Generals were already in extreme danger. Repairing the purple armor was urgent; otherwise, the Li Family would face great peril.
So after guessing some of what was going on, how could she possibly have come here willingly?
She was clearly caught between a rock and a hard place now—on one side was the Li Family, on the other was herself.
Back then, she