"Mmm hmm!"
Sun Yaoyao nodded repeatedly.
"I'm not going to tell you, I'm not going to tell you."
"Oh, you're so bad."
Sun Yaoyao pounced forward, playfully scuffling with him.
However, she didn't continue to press the issue.
Regarding his identity as a cultivator, Wang Hao figured it was best if it remained a secret.
It's like having an extra card up his sleeve.
Besides, if it got out, it might bring about some trouble.
After all, in this world, cultivators are extremely rare.
There would be endless requests for guidance, perhaps even demands to take on disciples—utterly annoying.
Some people with ulterior motives might also target him for their own schemes.
All in all, it's best to avoid unnecessary trouble.
...
Night falls
Wang Hao stood atop a tall building, looking out into the distance.
Chen Feng stood by his side.
"Is it in there?"
Wang Hao asked in a deep voice.
"It's more or less certain. I didn't dare go in, for fear of alerting the enemy."
