"Master, I'm just worried about you being alone..."
Feng Ling Bamboo expressed her concerns with apprehension.
The more remarkable Zhou Yan became, the more she worried about his safety.
Clearly, indifference would mean not caring whether someone lived or died. Once you care, even the slightest danger would cause immense worry.
"Not being at ease means I am not strong enough, nor capable enough.
A capable person won't make those around them worry."
Zhou Yan smiled as he spoke.
"Master, it's not that I don't trust your abilities—"
Feng Ling Bamboo, somewhat anxious, hurriedly explained.
"I understand. Go on out, choose anything, but don't touch anything on the way because it really is a trap.
After you leave, no one will dare to lay a hand on you, they will have reservations."
Zhou Yan said with confidence.
Feng Ling Bamboo's face turned slightly solemn, then she bit her lip and said, "Master, I will make up for my past mistakes, I'm sorry..."