He blinked, blinked again, and then, with some helplessness on his face, turned towards An Jiuyue standing beside him. He raised his hand, intending to wipe his face, but then saw it was covered in the blood of demonic beasts.
"Why did you pull me back, with so many demonic beasts around?"
"Didn't you say you didn't want to make a move?" An Jiuyue shrugged her shoulders at him, inquiring.
"Sure, I said that, but with so many demonic beasts, I should go up and lend a hand, right?" Zhan Beiye looked towards the throng of demonic beasts, teeming and obscuring any sight of the people mingled within them.
"Are you insinuating that I'm not helping?" An Jiuyue crossed her arms and asked.
"I never said that."
How could Zhan Beiye dare to think like that? Letting a pregnant woman go and help — could he be so reckless?
