'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."
Hao smiled lightly. "However, if your daughter wants more noodles, she's always welcome."
