"Recruit him?"
"Wasn't that already decided?"
"Oh, yes, I just thought..."
"What did you think?"
"Sorry! I'm really very sorry!"
Zhao Ying kept apologizing, and the Saint Master was satisfied with her reaction.
"Alright, just get it done."
"But..."
"What?"
"This Zhou Mo Sen is too clever, he seems completely uninterested in joining us?"
"Are you so sure?"
"Well..."
"If he doesn't join, that's fine, just find someone to take him out."
"Oh, I understand. I will try my best to make him join."
"Very good, Zhao, you truly are a smart person."
The Saint Master was very satisfied, and Zhao Ying finally felt a bit relieved.
After chatting a bit more, she left the Descent Sect in San Francisco.
Zhao Ying understood the Saint Master's intentions.
If you can't have it, destroy it.
In the past, Zhao Ying would have unhesitatingly followed the Saint Master's orders.
But now, her inner turmoil was much more complex than simple hesitation.
