Yavenny gave an enigmatic smile and backed off. She embraced Long Yi's arm and nestled affectionately on his shoulder.
"Ah, I have to leave soon. Little brother Long Yi, I cannot help you anymore. You must be very careful. If you encounter an enemy that you cannot defeat, don't force yourself, conceding doesn't bring shame, getting killed due to arrogance is the shameful thing." Yavenny reminded.
"Don't worry, I'm a warrior, not a martyr. I understand the principle that preserving oneself is the first step to destroying the enemy." Long Yi smiled and expressed his gratitude for Yavenny's concern.
"That's good, I was worried that you'd be reckless and face everything head-on." Yavenny raised her finger and lightly tapped Long Yi's forehead with her enormous chest pressing against his arm.
However, at the moment she touched his forehead, the dragon language imprint in Long Yi's mind disappeared. Long Yi felt momentarily dazed, but quickly recovered.
