Wang Anfeng looked around and, not having spotted an enemy, finally opened his mouth to ask:
"What's going on?"
After seeing Wang Anfeng, the child's fearful expression seemed to diminish significantly. Like a young animal, he buried his head and scurried over to his side, his head buried against the youth's waist, his body trembling slightly, obviously terrified.
Baili Feng split his mouth into a smile and said:
"Nothing much... I saw him hiding all by himself in the distance and just wanted to pat his head to get him to come over here."
"But I didn't expect to get bitten quite hard."
The corners of the military family youth's mouth twitched slightly. His cultivation had not yet reached Ninth Grade, and he had not put much effort into external cultivation. Yet, he had been bitten, causing a wound that oozed blood. Setting aside the rest, it was truly embarrassing for him, a martial artist who wielded a Mo Blade, to be injured by a little boy.
Humiliating, truly humiliating.
