Qin Hao bared his teeth in a grimace, yet he still clung on relentlessly.
Fortunately, Athena was not here at this moment; otherwise, she would definitely have kicked him again.
"Stop talking; I think she might still be listening to us," Hu Po warned.
Qin Hao fell silent. He couldn't help but roll his eyes—it was entirely possible.
As it turned out, they were overthinking it; Athena was too lazy even to listen to their conversation.
After sending two disciples to cultivate, she continued to bask in the sun within the villa, which, to her, was life, no, a divine life.
"Let's go back,"
Qin Hao and Hu Po also hurried back.
"Are we just going to let this matter go?" Hu Po asked.
They had been on the brink of death, hounded by the Yaksha Emperor to the utmost disgrace, and even thinking about it stifled him.
"Let it go? How could we—just give it a few days before we settle the score. The Star-picking Strong People are too formidable, and we can't defeat them for now,"
