"Mm, if you still feel very tired, you might as well rest a bit more. Your spirit doesn't seem in good shape," Zhou Yan couldn't help but say upon seeing Mu Qingyan's seemingly poor condition.
"This isn't necessary. But there is something very surprising and odd—previously, in a daze, I seemed to hear an inexplicable voice telling me that you are my emotional crux, Zhou Yan, and an intent to kill was stirring in me, hoping that I could slay you."
Mu Qingyan pondered for a moment before suddenly speaking.
Zhou Yan felt a slight stir of emotion within him but nevertheless displayed a touch of mildness as he said, "That voice probably wished for us to kill each other. We are now in some unknown array, and although danger has not yet arrived, it could happen at any moment. That's why I hope you can face any imminent danger in the best condition. As for me, you are aware of my power level—in front of your abilities, I am simply no match."
