The boy tried for a long time until his energy was fully exhausted, falling down to the cold, hard floor with ragged breathing and a malnourished body.
"So, you couldn't do it. If you can't even lift up a sword, how will you avenge the people who have done this to you?" Lu Zhen said with a cold tone, bringing the boy back to reality.
"I will… I need more strength," he said with his ragged breathing.
"You are so malnourished and pathetic that if I left you out on the street, they would either make a slave out of you or you would die out cold outside. How can you have strength?" Lu Zhen said in a condescending tone.
Immediately, every child's back went cold upon hearing this. They despaired, realising that if the two twin sisters and the brother hadn't rescued them from the clutches of the bandits, they would have died a miserable death. Even after being rescued, they remained powerless, feeble children who might still face a grim fate.
