Li Chengqian rolled his eyes.
He had thought of that argument long ago. Besides, since Li Haoran had obtained Duan De's legacy, that in itself suggested that their underlying natures were very similar.
Otherwise, he would never have come across such an opportunity.
It was therefore easy enough to imagine that stopping Li Haoran would be utterly impossible.
Still, this was hardly a major issue. After considering it, Li Chengqian could not be bothered to say much more to him.
This fellow was beyond saving.
Let him do whatever he wanted.
But after thinking for a moment, he finally could not help saying, "I can't be bothered to interfere with anything else, but there's one thing you must promise me."
"I don't care whose graves you intend to dig up, but you absolutely must not touch the graves of my Li Tang imperial family."
"This is a matter of principle, so don't feed me any of that archaeology nonsense."
"That's my one simple request. Surely you have no problem with it?"
Li Haoran burst out laughing at that, then readily agreed to everything without so much as trying to bargain.
Clearly.
He was neither a fool nor someone with deep, hidden schemes.
No matter what, he owed Li Chengqian a debt of gratitude.
After all, without Li Chengqian, a so-called Transmigrator like him might have spent his whole life muddling along, believing this was an ordinary historical world, before finally dying without accomplishing anything.
It was through Li Chengqian that he had come into contact with this unfathomably mysterious world of Immortals and gods.
In that sense, Li Chengqian was his Guide.
However deranged Li Haoran might become, he would never repay kindness with betrayal like that.
Besides, he genuinely had no interest in the burial goods of a mere