"Sorry, I... was just too scared!" Like a child who had done something wrong, Zhang Sheng timidly apologized to everyone.
He was a prodigy of the Ancient Clan.
His extraordinary talent outshone everyone in his homeland.
In countless people's hearts, he was a star or moon high in the heavens.
Ever since childhood.
He had grown up surrounded by glory.
Never knowing what fear was.
Until.
He was told to serve as Jin Nanfeng's substitute in the Myriad Dynasty War.
Everything was relative.
Genius and mediocrity were both born of comparison.
Compared with the billions of his peers in Great Xia.
He shone dazzlingly.
But compared with Xiao Chen and the others.
He was nothing worth mentioning.
If he entered the God-Demon Battlefield.
He would be reduced to a lowborn wretch from a Lower Dynasty in others' eyes.
"Was that fear? That was cowardice! A man so spineless is nothing but trash!" Yang Ziang refused to let it go.
"Brother Ziang, everyone, I'm... sorry!" Zhang Sheng grew even more timid.
Everyone's expression remained indifferent.
No one spoke.
Everyone present was a prodigy.
Proud and arrogant.
What Zhang Sheng had just done.
Truly invited their contempt.
Seeing their attitude.
Zhang Sheng grew even more dejected.
He inwardly cursed his own uselessness.
He had held everyone back.
He was kindhearted and gentle by nature.
Despite his illustrious background.
And extraordinary talent.
He had never lorded it over others.
Of course.
It was precisely because of that disposition.
That he lacked resilience.
And struggled under pressure.
"It's all right. Everyone feels fear. There's nothing shameful about it. If you're afraid, you can leave. That's your right!" Xiao Chen suddenly spoke, gently patting Zhang Sheng's shoulder, his voice calm.
Everyone had the right to make their own choices.
He did not think Zhang Sheng