"Oh? Your enemy?" Xiao Hua was slightly taken aback. He looked at Fairy Hongxia, then at Li Zongbao, understanding Xiao Mao's reservations. He nodded. "If that is the case, you need not say it! But if you think Big Brother has the ability to help you, you can tell us!"
"You should say it now," Li Zongbao said blandly. "Your state of mind has stirred again. If you do not speak of it, I fear it will do no good for your future cultivation! I may not be able to help you much, but I certainly will not hinder you!"
"This..." Xiao Mao still hesitated. After all, the relationships among the sects of Xiaoyu Continent were tangled and complex. Matters of blood vengeance were of the utmost importance; should even the slightest rumor leak out, it could bring a fatal calamity. Xiao Mao had not even dared tell Xiao Hua, so how could he dare mention it to Li Zongbao and Fairy Hongxia?
"In truth... one must still have a few close friends in this world whom one can trust. If even such trust cannot exist in this world, then the road of cultivation will likely grow narrower and narrower, lonelier and lonelier!" Xiao Hua understood Xiao Mao's concerns. Naturally, he also knew that Xiao Mao had guarded this secret since childhood, bearing an enormous burden in his heart. Xiao Hua himself also had countless secrets he could not tell others, and he too was exhausted.
Xiao Hua even bore a blood feud himself, and the responsibility he carried was likely no lighter than Xiao Mao's. He had Zhang Qingxiao and Xiao Xianrui to whom he could unburden himself, while Xiao Mao could only keep everything bottled up inside. Xiao Hua could understand his pain.
However, Li Zongbao cultivated the