'It's not for me. It's for his daughter!'
Hao's thoughts were righteous. Overflowing with questionable sincerity.
[No, host. Complete more missions. Once you become a cultivator, you may leave the store.]
[Stop trying to emotionally manipulate me.]
Hao stood frozen.
He tilted his head back.
His soul let out a silent, pained cry.
'Aaaawhoooo…'
He didn't even try to argue anymore. The system was as cold as a blade.
No negotiations. No compromise.
He let out a breath and turned back to Yunlan Haorang.
"I would love to go."
"But I'm afraid I'm not able to leave this place… just yet."
He gave a small bow.
"Your daughter's health is worth celebrating. I'll be cheering from here."
Emperor Yunlan Haorang paused, then gave a slow, understanding nod.
Since the senior had already given his reason, there was no need to press further.
"This one understands."