"That's what you think."
Zhao Zhirou shook her head, "Don't say anymore, either find someone else in the clan."
"Our clan has many people too, why insist on me?"
"Why don't you listen to reason."
"No reason to let others benefit."
Zhao Tianlei spoke angrily.
"Brother, that's enough."
"I'm going to cultivate."
Zhao Zhirou groaned softly, abruptly cutting off their telepathic communication.
Zhao Tianlei, on the deck, was stewing in silence.
"This child, just won't be talked round."
He couldn't help but shake his head.
"Young Master, this cannot be forced, but we're about to act."
"Arranging them together, there's still a chance."
Wang Haoran said from the side.
"Hmm, you're right."
"Are the troops all arranged?"
Zhao Tianlei pondered for a moment before responding.
"Everything is arranged, once we arrive, we can proceed."
Wang Haoran stepped forward respectfully.
"Hmm, good, this time we cannot fail."
"Otherwise, this trip will be in vain."
