This is No Place For Kids Who Stink of Their Mother's Milk
All those who could fight had gathered at the front gate. Even Father was present. He would not be fighting against the two Asura Realm cultivators, but he said that he could not sit back when his clan was in danger. Wu Jian understood how he felt. Perhaps the others did too, which was why they were letting him participate even though he was unable to use his chi.
Wu Jian’s heart was thudding so loudly against his ribcage that he was sure the others could hear it. This would be his first large-scale battle. He had fought against assassins, kidnapping attempts, and mercenaries, but he had never been in such a large battle before.
His hands were slick with sweat.
His breathing felt heavy.
A hand grabbed his. He looked down at the pale hand, then followed it up to the arm, shoulder, and face of Wu Meiying.
“Are you nervous?” she asked.
“I think scared might be more apt,” he muttered.
“Yeah, I understand. I’m scared too.”