Go back?
Xiao Qibo stared wide-eyed, his overwhelming aura instantly collapsing. He asked dumbfoundedly, "Senior Sister Weng, what did you say?"
He never expected that Weng Ting would actually tell him to go back. Did he mishear?
"I said, you should return to Hanluan City."
"I just wanted to say, since Junior Brother Xiao always looks down on the people I, Weng Ting, invite, then I sincerely apologize."
"Of course, for getting you injured and making you travel so far, I will make it up to you."
Every word Weng Ting spoke was exceptionally clear. She never intended to persuade Xiao Qibo just now; she just wanted him to leave.
With Weng Ting's words, Xiao Qibo was completely dumbfounded.
He never intended to go back. He just wanted to force Weng Ting to give up on Sikong Jing.
In Xiao Qibo's mind, his fifth-grade War Body was far more important than Sikong Jing. No matter how well Sikong Jing performed, he was just a non-combatant loser. Wasn't this the normal choice?
