Shi Guang looked at Luo Yirui's tense little face, his eyes calm like water, with the Xuan Talisman and pen in his hand poised to attack, clearly waiting for the opponent to enter the attack range.
He hadn't felt much before, but realizing someone was trying to elevate and then tear him down, Shi Guang steadied himself. At least it wasn't too late to understand then, and he remained full of confidence in himself.
But now seeing Luo Yirui, his confidence was immensely shaken. A five-year-old child, facing such a situation, wasn't nervous or afraid?
Honestly, Shi Guang felt quite panicked inside. Facing so many people, he and a five-year-old child almost had no chance of winning!
If Luo Yirui knew Shi Guang's thoughts, he'd probably feel awkward. Who said he wasn't nervous? He was almost dying of nervousness—not only nervous but also very scared. He even regretted running into this alley, as it was clear these people were after him.
