"I don't smoke, I don't smoke." Chen Han waved his hands repeatedly.
Lu Yu had just sat down beside Chen Han and Zhou Ping when the three children gathered by the stove and gently tugged at his clothes.
"What is it?" Lu Yu looked at the child named Wang Jiaqi.
"I... I'm a little scared." Wang Jiaqi glanced at the deathly silent surroundings, his little face turning pale.
In the entire underground parking garage, aside from the three children, only three adults were still awake. One had been keeping a stern face, one was covered in blood with his eyes shut and did not move, so the children instinctively gravitated toward the young and seemingly easygoing Lu Yu.
"You're a boy. Why are you so timid?" Li Ruodie said with her hands on her hips.
Wang Jiaqi shrank his neck. "But everyone else is asleep, and the sky outside is so strange. The roads are creepy too... It feels like some monster is about to jump out at any moment."
"Don't worry. We specialize in killing monsters." Lu Yu smiled.
"But monsters are really powerful!"
"No matter how powerful they are, we won't be afraid." Chen Han glanced at Zhou Ping, who was about to close his eyes again. "See that Sword Saint over there? Forget monsters—even if it's a god, he can drive it away."
"He's that amazing?"
The children's mouths fell open in shock.
Hearing people discussing him again, Zhou Ping opened his eyes slightly.
"Hmph, the Sword Saint is obviously amazing!" Chen Nan, who had remained silent until now, spoke up.
"Sword Saint, are there any other Sword Saints in the world besides you?" Li Ruodie asked curiously.
Zhou Ping answered truthfully, "No. There's only me."
"Then doesn't that make you the strongest person in the world?"