“It’s not that simple!” Li Hao said faintly. “Not to mention, my personal domain is too small at the moment. It can only contain some weak Immortals—I cannot support Saints. Why else would I need your help? Of course, the senior is quite strong, so you’d be the greatest in the world if Saints cannot leave the ruins. You are formidable, senior, and would benefit heavily if you kill us…”1

“I would never!” the redwood rebutted with alarm.0

“I’m just joking.” Li Hao was coolly composed. “Why would the revered redwood ever do so? Please move aside slightly and shrink your primary body to enter the outside world with me. I will not force you if you do not wish it! I… do not lack for Immortal-level plant spirits.”0

The redwood tree was abruptly unsure of how many aces Li Hao had up his sleeves. Dismayed with shock, its primary body rapidly turned smaller.0

“Please don’t misunderstand, commander,” came its mental ripples. “This minor spirit is only worried about the main world. Now that I know that there are Saints still alive, I am much more at ease.”0

“We do not need to worry about those matters, that has to do with the venerated...0