The white-haired young woman pursed her lips. Her recent struggle with Tang San had left her looking rather disheveled, and in her current state, she seemed especially pitiful and endearing.
She looked around at the companions she had spent every day with, frantically recalling scenes from the past. Her eyes were filled with reluctance.
On one side was a better future; on the other were teammates who had been like family to her through countless days together.
Although the other six members of the Berserker Team were all grown men, they clearly understood what the white-haired young woman was worried about. They stepped forward to comfort her one after another. They could already see their own futures at a glance, but the white-haired young woman was different. She still had a far greater future ahead of her.
"Xiao Bai, agree to it. Hanging around with us all the time has made you slack off lately."
"That's right, Xiao Bai. In another half year or so, you should be able to break through to Level 40. When that happens, we won't be able to provide you with a good Soul Ring. Following this Young Master will give you better options."
The Berserker Team members all chimed in at once, but Old Liang remained silent. Only after everyone else had quieted down did he slowly speak.
"Xiao Bai, no matter what you choose, you'll always be the little sister we acknowledged. So don't burden yourself over it. Besides, we're only quitting this line of work—it's not like we're dead. When you have time in the future, you can still come visit us."
The rest of the Berserker Team nodded in agreement, looking at the white-haired young woman with affectionate gazes.
Seeing her companions support her so wholeheartedly, the white-haired young woman felt