"Big problem ahead..."
Wang Badan grimaced, his turtle face showing a vividly 'egg-pained' expression as he grumbled, "This is basically a death mission! If that Showering Snow Sword is as strong as the intel you shared with me, there's no way we can even fight them."
"Hmm, actually, I think the Showering Snow Sword might not be as formidable as the intel I shared with you indicates."
"Really? That woman just looks tough on the outside but is weak inside?"
"No, what I mean is she might be even stronger than I 'thought.'
"Just kill me now."
"Are you serious?"
"..."
Wang Badan, struck speechless by Motan's words, stayed silent for a long time before heavy sighing, "So I'm definitely not escaping this disaster, right?"
Motan didn't answer directly, instead cryptically commenting, "Though her strength is high, I've heard that the young lady of the Showering Snow Sword is upright and has the air of a heroine."
"So, basically, she certainly won't lay a hand on us?"
"Probably."
