"Suit yourself."
Qin Yang shrugged, patting Xia He's shoulder. "Your line of work is tough. Those Demons are dangerous. If you really run into trouble, just run if you can. Don't try to take them head-on."
"Alright, Old Qin. Don't worry, I definitely get that."
Xia He looked down, pocketed the Star Stone, and smiled. "I'll run if I can. When the time comes, wait for me to get back, and we can..."
"Hey! Stop right there!"
Before he could finish, Qin Yang suddenly cut in, "Are you trying to jinx yourself? What's this 'when I get back' stuff? You're like an old general on a stage, covered in death flags!"
"..."
Xia He was speechless.
"Alright, just be careful. Go on back to work.
If you really run into danger, don't forget what I just said. Pour Star Force into the stone and run if you can."
With that said, Qin Yang turned, stuffed his hands in his pockets, and sauntered back to his slacking spot with a devil-may-care attitude.
