"Master..."
Large beads of sweat rolled down White Fox's face, his eyes stiffly shifting to Nan Jiaojiao beneath his mask. He had intended to play the fool, hoping to garner some apprentice-mentor camaraderie, but one look at Nan Jiaojiao's expression stopped him from doing so.
He replied honestly, "Back then, there were ambushers everywhere in the shadows. You were exposed within the enemy's firing range while Bo Yanching was entangled with you. The longer you stayed, the more dangerous it became. If I hadn't said what I did, would you have been able to escape so quickly?"
Nan Jiaojiao pushed her hand forward half an inch, pressing harder against White Fox's temple.
Her thin lips pressed tight before relaxing after a moment, and she said only, "Don't let it happen again."
White Fox immediately breathed a sigh of relief and quickly supported his neck.
He glanced at Nan Jiaojiao, his eyes flickering, and thought to himself there wouldn't be a next time.
