Seeing Chen Yu's surprise, Kun Ling's face carried a chill, "Junior Brother Chen had better be careful! Our sect has issued a frontline mission, and if the number of participants is insufficient, it's possible some disciples will be forcibly dispatched to provide support…"
Frontline mission?
The depth and chill in Kun Ling's eyes gave Chen Yu a rather bad premonition.
If he had bad luck and was sent to the frontline for support, the danger would indeed be significant.
On the battlefield where they stood against the Bone Demon Sect, those in the Late Stage of Organ Refining had no assurance of survival, let alone those below that stage—they were nearly cannon fodder.
"Junior Brother Chen, don't be scared by him."
Qiu Xinxin covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her beauty captivating, causing Kun Ling to be momentarily stunned.