"I—"
"Shut up. Save your strength."
Sang Zhi didn't even get to finish his sentence before Ye Qianning snapped at him. He pursed his lips, a wronged expression covering his small face.
Hearing the sounds behind them growing closer, Ye Qianning let go of Sang Zhi's hand. "Run on ahead. Wait for me at the platform up front."
"No! If we're going, we're going together," Sang Zhi said urgently.
"Just go! I'll be right behind you."
"I'm not going."
"You don't even have the strength to truss a chicken. What good will you be if you stay? Hurry up!" 'If a fight breaks out, I might not be able to protect him.'
"But... but... I'm older than you." Sang Zhi stepped in front of her, glaring fiercely ahead.
"They're... here." With no time for more words, Ye Qianning grabbed Sang Zhi's arm, flung him back with all her might, and swung her broadsword out in the same motion.
TING!
