Not long after the two left, Shui Wulan of the Rain Clan came seeking an audience.
Though Li Xuancang was surprised that someone from the Rain Clan had come, he still received him.
"Greetings, Marquis Wu'an."
Shui Wulan had also learned of Li Xuancang's identity and respectfully clasped his hands.
"Fellow Daoist Shui, there is no need for such formality."
Li Xuancang's attitude was no different from before, and Shui Wulan's unease finally subsided.
"Marquis, I represent the Rain Clan in coming to ask for your aid. The Rain Clan..."
Shui Wulan bluntly stated his purpose and asked Li Xuancang to help the Rain Clan.
After hearing Shui Wulan out, Li Xuancang remained expressionless.
He had once wished to form an alliance with the Rain Clan, only to be rejected by them.
Now that the Rain Clan was under attack, they had come begging him for help. Li Xuancang sneered inwardly. Did they really think he had no temper?
Although the Rain Clan had saved Shen Qingshan and Su Xinghai, that was only because he had helped them reclaim Nine Heavens Frost.
If they truly settled the account, Li Xuancang had shown the Rain Clan great kindness. He did not owe them the slightest favor.
"Fellow Daoist Shui, the Wild Continent is in turmoil. I need to remain behind and guard the Human Race, so I cannot leave lightly. You should seek someone else."
Li Xuancang refused outright.
"This..."
At those words, Shui Wulan's face was full of bitterness.
Before coming, he had considered the possibility that Li Xuancang might refuse, but he had not expected such a clean and decisive rejection.
"Then I shall take my leave. Forgive the disturbance."
The Rain Clan was straightforward by nature and not the sort to cling and pester. Shui Wulan immediately bade