Wu Ding faced Li Zhaojun's request with a hint of helplessness, as she felt she wasn't qualified to help Li Zhaojun with anything.
"Yun Zhao, you don't have to come to me. In my view, I don't have the capability to help Ye Fan with anything either. You must understand Ye Fan's current cultivation level, and I'm also equally aware of your current cultivation level. You both have reached a terrifying level of cultivation, one that I can only look up to! I will no longer concern myself with worldly matters in the future. If you could be accommodating, please don't disturb my peaceful life again."
When Wu Ding spoke, her expression was somewhat sorrowful. She felt she no longer had any significant value, and Li Zhaojun's visit was seen as a form of mental torment.
Li Zhaojun said, "Don't you want to help Ye Fan now?"
In her words, Li Zhaojun seemed somewhat angry, which made Wu Ding quite embarrassed, "It's not about whether I want to help or not; it's really beyond my capability."
