The three teenagers looked at each other before one of them uttered loudly, "Well, it's no problem for us, but I'm afraid someone will be too chickenshit to enter the lair without the protection of an adult. Just like how he always relies on his mother in the clan."
The other two teenagers laughed at this, their eyes were looking at Amon with contempt. They didn't even feel the need to conceal who they were ridiculing. Lin Giru made a small smile. He then asked Amon, "Will you be brave enough to enter it."
Amon glanced at Lin Guo who seemed to be frowning before saying to Amon, "It is as brother Giru had said. Judging from the hole size, there should be only young Greasy Horned Weasels. There should not be much danger. Even if you meet one, your peak Mortal stage cultivation should allow you to contend with the beast. As long as you stay with these three, you should be fine."
"See, the coward still hopes for his bodyguard's protection," Lin Lang mocked.
