Coming back to her senses, Little Zhu Zhuqing timidly took a few steps back.
Pei An did not mind as he watched Zhu Zhuqing, who looked like a startled little rabbit.
At his side, Ning Rongrong spoke in a soft, childish voice to comfort her. "Don't be afraid. Teacher is very kind."
Remembering what Pei An had just said, Little Zhu Zhuqing gathered a little courage, though her gaze still wandered uneasily.
After all, the sight of that Imperial Supporter's head falling to the ground was still vivid in her mind.
For Zhu Zhuqing, who was still so young, the impact of that scene had ultimately been too great. It was only natural that she feared Pei An somewhat.
Pei An did not care what Zhu Zhuqing thought of him.
He had said those things only because Ning Rongrong had tugged on his sleeve, and because he had some fondness for this little cat girl from the Original Work.
He took a white handkerchief from his Storage Soul Tool and handed it to Little Zhu Zhuqing.
A delicate longsword was embroidered in gold thread at one corner of the handkerchief.
"Wipe your tears. Remember, relying on others is never the answer. Only your own strength is true strength."
Having said that, he did not linger, leaving with Ning Rongrong.
Before leaving, Ning Rongrong deliberately turned back and clenched her little pink fist in encouragement. "Keep it up! Rongrong doesn't like those people either!"
Under Little Zhu Zhuqing's gaze, the two gradually disappeared into the crowd on the street.
Only after a long while did she come back to herself and withdraw her gaze.
Little Zhu Zhuqing looked at the white handkerchief in her hands. The little sword embroidered in gold thread was especially eye-catching.
She did not use the handkerchief