After resting for a while, Chen Shouyi headed to the restaurant.
Father and Mother Chen were overjoyed to see him return, then immediately began grilling him with questions.
Had it been dangerous? Had he been injured?
How had the food been? How had the accommodations been?
"I was just following behind the army every day, shooting a few arrows and taking it easy. There wasn't any real danger. They were pretty welcoming, too. The food and accommodations were top-notch, and they even assigned me an orderly to take care of me!" Chen Shouyi said with a smile. Whenever he went away, it was when his parents worried most.
If he really bragged about it—how he'd cut down barbarians by the dozen every day until rivers of blood flowed, and even killed an incarnation of the God of Hunting—that would only bring trouble on himself.
"That's good, that's good! Don't go rushing into things. Don't let your blood get up and play the hero!" Mother Chen said, her eyes reddening.
"You've been gone for half a month. Your mother hasn't slept well for several nights. She talks about you every day," Father Chen added.
"Don't act like you weren't going on about him, too. Who was it that rushed off to ask Officer Bai for news?"
"Dad, Mom, don't worry. I'm quick on my feet! If trouble comes, I won't charge in. I'll be the first to run, and no one can outrun me!" Chen Shouyi hurriedly thumped his chest and promised.
"Besides, I'm a Martial Artist. As long as I don't run into a barbarian god, what danger could there be? You can rest easy." Chen Shouyi knew—
"What Martial Artist?" Father Chen asked in surprise. "Aren't you a Great Martial Artist?"
"Uh!" Only then did Chen Shouyi realize he'd