"Afraid?"
Yizou stared in shock at her senior's serene, impassive face, her eyes full of disbelief: "Senior, are you afraid?"
The other smiled and nodded, "Yes, I'm afraid. From the moment I warned Fire Yang to break the status quo a while ago, to when I boasted to those Sumer elders that if all goes well, I could reclaim the entire North Territory in just a few days—even now, with the 'early stage' 80% complete, I'm still very afraid."
Unable to feel even a trace of fear from the other, Yizou steadied herself, puzzled: "But senior, why would you..."
"Why would I be afraid?"
Motan smiled, shrugged, and said, "It's simple. Because I'm a coward with very poor stress tolerance. After persuading those elders to fully support me, and even handing over all command of the Sumer side, I'm naturally suffocating under the pressure—subjugated by the fate of Sumer, thousands of lives, and the expectations of everyone, including you."
