The demon was already standing right in front of them, and she was telling him it was a demon? Did he not know that?
Han Zhiqi was thoroughly annoyed by the interruption. He turned and shot Nohime a cold look.
Meeting Han Zhiqi's icy gaze, Nohime quickly lowered her head guiltily, not daring to say another word.
Her earlier boasts still rang in her ears, yet she had been slapped in the face so quickly. No wonder Han Zhiqi was angry; even she felt too ashamed to show her face.
Han Zhiqi yanked Nohime in front of him and reprimanded her in a low voice, "Pull yourself together. We aren't dealing with just this one demon. There are two more demons waiting for an opportunity in the corner of the second floor. I'm warning you: if this happens again, I absolutely won't save you. I don't expect you to be of any help, but at least don't hold me back."
Nohime clenched her hands tightly together. Han Zhiqi's words pierced her heart like blades.
Back on White Dragon Mountain, she had trained tirelessly, hoping she could help Han Zhiqi when it mattered. Yet on her very first mission, she had run into a situation like this.
"From now on, you only need to do one thing: protect yourself. Next, I'll shut off my sight, hearing, and sense of smell. So if something like that happens again, whether you cry out for help or die right in front of me, I won't hear or see it. Understood?"
Nohime fell silent for several seconds, then nodded. "I... I understand."
"If you understand, then focus. Use everything you learned on the mountain. And don't you have six times the muscle density? Maintain that state from now on."
"I... I know."
Han Zhiqi turned