Having heard Luo Yang's words, Hong Jiaxin was even more puzzled.
The Luo Yang she knew was fearless of both heaven and earth.
From his words now, it was clear he lacked high confidence.
"What are you going to do?" Hong Jiaxin pressed.
"Today, we might have to deal with a demon," Luo Yang said gravely.
Hong Jiaxin listened, half believing and half doubting.
She had known how to write the word "demon" since she was in first grade.
To Hong Jiaxin, the word "demon" had never held any special meaning.
It was like the words "air" or "universe"—vague and nebulous.
But now, she could feel a suffocating atmosphere.
Hong Jiaxin wanted to help, but her physical strength was not very strong; she had the will but not the power.
She also knew that if Luo Yang asked her to come, it was to protect her.
"Then you must be careful," Hong Jiaxin cautioned.
Apart from morally supporting Luo Yang, there was really nothing much Hong Jiaxin could do to help.
Luo Yang nodded.