"Wait!" Cao Yuan suddenly called out, stopping Lin Qiye as he was about to leave.
Lin Qiye turned back with a frown.
"What's your surname?"
"Lin. The Lin made of two trees." Lin Qiye looked at Cao Yuan in confusion. "Is there a problem?"
"Two trees stand firm, one of eight gods departs; ten years enter the night, to save the people of this world... So it was you." Cao Yuan stared blankly at Lin Qiye, muttering to himself.
Lin Qiye did not catch what he said. Seeing Cao Yuan muttering like a lunatic to himself, he rolled his eyes.
"Nutcase."
"..."
Lin Qiye did not bother arguing with him further and turned to run toward another battlefield.
Cao Yuan silently watched his retreating figure, lost in thought.
Suddenly, someone patted him on the shoulder from behind.
Cao Yuan turned around and saw Balance looking at him with eager anticipation.
"Come slash me. I'm curious."
Cao Yuan looked at him, then turned to look at Lin Qiye fighting on the battlefield. After hesitating for a moment, he slowly bent down...
And picked up the blade from the ground.
Balance's eyes lit up.
"So he thinks I'm a deserter now... I need to change that bad impression." Cao Yuan muttered as he took hold of the blade.
"What did you say?" Balance had not heard him clearly.
"Are you sure you can survive?" Cao Yuan gripped the sheath in one hand and slowly reached for the hilt with the other. Looking straight at Balance, he spoke seriously. "If you're not sure, I can go find that man over there wearing the mask with the character 'King' on it."
Balance decisively shook his head. "Don't worry. Something this minor doesn't require the captain to step in."
"Oh. Then I'm drawing my blade."