The little zombie was being led by Gan Tang, its small head held high, face full of worry, whimpering softly, the cheerfulness all gone.
Gan Tang reached out and gently stroked the little zombie's head.
"Silly little thing, I'm not stepping in only because I'm afraid I'll harm him.
He's the descendant of the Scorching Sun—how could he always rely on others to protect him? Sooner or later, he must venture out on his own.
If I sheltered him all the time, that would just be overindulgence, and would drown his future."
The little zombie shook Gan Tang's hand back and forth, about to burst into tears.
Gan Tang chuckled softly.
"Don't worry. I finally made this trip out of the house, not to watch him die right in front of me—have I no pride?
If he truly can't handle it, and I want to take him away, nobody could possibly stop me."
