Because Ye Feng cultivated the "Demon God Body," Avril's forceful punches felt like nothing more than scratches to him. But when Ye Feng heard what his younger sister said, his eyes reddened. He knew that he had wronged her too much over the years. If he had known things would turn out this way, he should have taken her with him from the beginning.
Ye Feng adjusted Avril in his arms, wrapping one arm around her slender waist. He reached out and wiped away the tears from her face.
He continued holding her until Avril had calmed down somewhat.
After being held in Ye Feng's arms for five or six minutes, Avril raised her little face and looked at him resolutely. "How long will you be gone this time, Brother?"
Ye Feng replied, "At least a week. At most, one or two months. I'll be back."
As soon as Avril heard him say, "At least a week, at most one or two months," she said to Ye Feng, "I want to go with you too."
After Avril finished speaking, Ye Feng shook his head and said firmly, "No! You can't go! This trip will be even more dangerous."
When Avril heard her brother say "No," tears streamed down her face again. She cried loudly, "Wuwu... Why can't I go? I can protect myself."
Ye Feng replied coldly, "Now that you mention it, I almost forgot! Three years ago, you were already an Intermediate Swordsman. Now that I'm back, you're still an Intermediate Swordsman. Can you tell me what exactly you've been doing these past three years?"
Ye Feng then questioned Avril, "Do you know how many Great Swordsmen there are in the New World? Do you know how many people in the New World can kill us? You don't, do