"I feel fear!" Cui Nuanjun, with a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum, confessed.
"What is it that you fear?" Chu You didn't make assumptions, but chose to follow the other party's train of thought instead.
"It's because...I'm too weak." Cui Nuanjun lifted his lowered head, gazing at the towering figure of Chu You. There seemed to be a hint of tears in his eyes.
"Warm Monarch wants to become stronger!"
"You will become stronger, of that I can promise you. Is there anything else?" Well puzzled, Chu You found Cui Nuanjun's behavior quite abnormal.
"There's nothing more. I apologize for losing my composure, Master." Cui Nuanjun released his grip and stepped away from Chu You's embrace.
"No matter, stay here, run if anything seems off. I'll take my leave now."
"Understood!"
Chu You immediately used his Return Skill. Ten seconds later, he appeared in his own guild hall.
"Old Kill, are you all in the guild hall?"
"Yes, Boss."
