“Ah?” Han Shihai was completely dumbfounded. He had long been prepared for the Han Family to be absorbed into the Li Family. He had even behaved like a subordinate just now, yet Li Qinghong’s words shattered all those plans in an instant.0

But—but why help my family for no reason?! thought Han Shihai.0

A century’s worth of survival in the Eastern Sea failed him completely at this moment. He stared blankly at Li Qinghong and muttered, “Fairy, you first shielded us before the Immortal Sect, and now saved us from the fire and flood… How can my family simply turn and walk away?”0

Li Qinghong gave a faint laugh and asked, “You’re a cultivator of the Eastern Sea, and you say something like that? I’m telling you to leave, and yet you won’t go. Do I need to carve off a piece of you to make you feel at ease?”0

When she saw the abject confusion on his face, she adopted a more serious tone, “The deaths in your family do bear some...0