Shoot Yourself First

"Zhong Wen, please step back a bit," Shangguan Junyi whispered, "When the fight starts, big sister might not be able to take care of you."

"Alright," Zhong Wen wasn't a genuine 16 or 17-year-old; he had a clear understanding of his abilities. Nevertheless, a sense of helplessness still lingered deep within.

When will I be able to face strong enemies on my own without always hiding behind my palace lord sister and Sister Shangguan?

No matter how mature one's mind may be, a man's pride is always hard to suppress in front of women. It's a human weakness, yet it's also a part of human nature's brilliance.

"Zhong Wen?" Among the seven people opposite them, a black-clad man with a longsword on his back looked at Zhong Wen and asked.

Zhong Wen and Shangguan Junyi exchanged glances, reading astonishment in each other's eyes.

He's here for me?

Zhong Wen replied with a straight face, "This gentleman must be mistaken, I am Nangong Lin."