Hearing Qin Xi's successive remarks, Lin Tianming felt a complex mix of emotions, his expression filled with great confusion.
He simply couldn't understand what confidence Qin Xi had to survive on a battlefield as deadly as a meat grinder, where even a Cultivator at the initial-middle stage of Foundation Establishment would be eager to avoid such a conscription mission.
He, at least, had some means to protect himself and could understand going to the front lines for the sake of his family; but she, merely at the Foundation Establishment Second Layer, would be better off practicing safely at Golden Horn Mountain—yet she insisted on stirring into this muddy water.
What exactly was her reason?
Seeing that the dumbfounded Lin Tianming didn't express his stance, Qin Xi reminded him, "Lin, let me go with you!"
"Ah... Why go through all this trouble?"
