"I'm dead, you're going to get me killed! Senior Sister, if I die here, who'll go play with you everywhere from now on? And Wang Xian, I asked you to help me get rid of my inner demon, not get me killed!"
Song Tian backed away, cursing all the while.
It was no exaggeration to say that he was all show and no substance, just like Long Jingyu—a pretty pillow with nothing inside.
First, he'd never been on a battlefield. Second, unlike Tang Shisan and the others, he'd never endured bloody slaughter on the Heavenly Road.
The cultivators who returned from the Heavenly Road could all be said to have crawled out of a mountain of corpses.
Song Tian, on the other hand, had never really been through trials at the Academy. His mother had always shielded him.
Then, after arriving at the Heavenly Saint Sect, he'd run into little tyrants like Bai Xue. When had he ever seen blood?
That was how the inner demon had appeared out of nowhere after the disaster in the South Sea.
Perched in the ancient tree, Bai Xue listened to her junior brother's endless complaints and naturally couldn't be bothered to answer.
Or perhaps she thought that Song Tian was so much of a sissy because he lacked the kind of life-and-death battles that would toughen him up. He didn't have a trace of Wang Xian's presence about him.
She waved her little hand, her graceful figure swaying in the wind, and said, "Don't be afraid, Junior Brother. If you die, I can bury you, can't I?"
Knowing his Senior Sister wouldn't help him, Song Tian could only fight with all his might.
Sword, come!
At last, Song Tian drew the spirit sword from his back. The instant it left its sheath, he