For Kuang Ao's safety, Long Ao refused him outright.
"Brother Long, don't you consider me a friend?"
Shaking his head, Long Ao didn't tell him the truth. Instead, he said, "Kuang Ao, I prefer to act alone. So, I'm sorry."
He didn't stay any longer. After all, Zhao Hao had already issued a kill-on-sight order for him. Nearly three hundred Innate Martial Artists from the Thunder Empire and its thirty-two Affiliated Kingdoms would be hunting him down. 'If Kuang Ao stays with me,' he thought, 'won't he just be caught in the crossfire?'
Watching Long Ao's disappearing figure, Kuang Ao muttered to himself, "A friend like that... I'm determined to make him one."
Not long after leaving, Long Ao ran into some old acquaintances: the group from the Nebula National Protection Hall—Luo Cheng, Mao Feng, Tong Bo, Hao Jiangjun, Ye Rong, Lin Yiyi, and Wang Huan.
Enemies are bound to meet.
"Long Ao?"
