Heavenly Scent! The Saint's testing!

As unwilling as Jun Moxie was feeling on the inside, his mouth spoke otherwise. "Blizzard Silver City has suffered so many great losses because of me—as the perpetrator, how could I just leave like this? No matter what, I should try to help a little…"

Han Fengxue, who was near a hundred years in age, was on the verge of suffering an internal injury from the shamelessness of Jun Moxie. He quickly shook his hand and refused. "No need. There is no loss too major. Our people can do the tidying ourselves easily…" But his heart was bleeding. The entire Blizzard Silver City is destroyed; we've lost almost ninety percent of all our valuables, and rebuilding will require another large sum of money which we don't know where to get from….

Although he was sabotaging himself by refusing, as long as Jun Moxie could go away as quickly as possible, it would all be worth it …