Just then, Tina could not help but snort at the look of embarrassment and fear on Grote's face. Grote looked over at her. "What's so funny?" Tina shook her head. "Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh at you. In fact, I actually respect your intentions here." "I'd take on the battle if I were you," said Demetra. "Oh, hell no." Grote shook his head. "You're on your own there. I'm not like you. By the way, Mister Penn, I came here because I hope you can help me. I've booked a flight back to the Allied States, and I'll be gone by early morning. Can I stay the night at yours? I really don't want to die." "Yeah, it's fine. You can stay. My body's mostly recovered. I'll take on Toshen if he shows up." Wilbur sat up from the bed, flexing his joints in front of Grote for show. Honestly, Wilbur understood where Grote was coming from. Despite the fact that Grote was also a cultivator, his very own master had not been able to defeat Toshen, so why would Grote sacrifice himself like that? Gr
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