"We're really cooked this time," Xiang Yu thought. If Li Yao left, the sect would be left completely defenseless. It was practically a law of the cultivation world that the protagonist's home always suffered an attack during their absence—allowing them to dramatically save everyone at the last possible moment, if they managed to save them at all.
His mind raced through various scenarios, each more catastrophic than the last. What could he possibly do to prevent the impending disaster?
"Senior brother?"
A gentle touch on his shoulder pulled him from his spiraling thoughts. He raised his eyes to meet Li Yao's concerned gaze as she stood behind him, her brows furrowed with worry.
"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice tinged with genuine concern.
Xiang Yu quickly composed his expression, masking his inner turmoil. "I'm fine, just a little surprised is all," he replied as he rose from his seat.
