Lu Chengwen was deeply shaken.
In the end, he had underestimated these girls.
After spending so much time with them, Lu Chengwen had naturally assumed that they were girls, and martial artists at that.
Their thoughts were simple, their hearts sincere and passionate, and they wanted to make every decision themselves.
He was supposed to protect them and take care of them.
But Lu Chengwen had forgotten that although they were dazzling, colorful, enchanting, beautiful, and captivating...
They were warriors!
They had followed Long Aotian into battle, fought on the battlefield, and emerged as resilient martial artists through countless battles!
Lu Chengwen was silent for a long time. "I don't think... I can bear to watch any one of us die in battle."
The girls exchanged glances and all smiled.
Tears glistened at the corners of Luo Shiyin's eyes. "My lord, we have always believed that surviving together until the end would be an extraordinarily fortunate thing. If one of the sisters beside you can die protecting you, that is the most glorious end she could have. And leading us forward, gambling our lives for a future at certain moments—that is a fate you must bear."
Qi Meishao said, "Martial Uncle knows this. He only pretended to die because he thinks you are too soft-hearted. You are different from Long Aotian. He has seen bloodshed. He has seen his comrades' corpses lined up in rows. He has witnessed the cruelty of war and the fragility of life. My lord, please promise us that no matter which of us falls in the future, you must remain calm and restrained. You must understand... this is a martial artist's fate. And your fate is to survive, fight until victory, and keep winning forever."
Lu Chengwen sat down weakly on the sofa.
He had