Conference Room.
The various factions furrowed their brows, evidently pondering what to do next.
After all, facing a being of the Martial Saint's caliber, they genuinely had no means of handling it.
Le Xuan tugged at Wang Hao's sleeve and asked, "What do we do now!?"
Wang Hao raised an eyebrow, "I really must be the most important man in your heart. The first person you think of when in danger is me."
Le Xuan rolled her eyes, "Don't flatter yourself, I just think good people don't live long, while misfortunes last a thousand years. If anyone here is going to survive, it definitely has to be you."
"Giggle..."
Xue Qianqin covered her lips and laughed. There was nothing wrong with that statement.
"Le Xuan, my darling, you've really broken my heart." Wang Hao sighed, attempting to embrace Xue Qianqin for comfort, but she hastily dodged, leaving Wang Hao quite disappointed.
