Watching Lesser Master of Fate walk away, Yanyan curled his lips into a smile and swung his book box back onto his back.
That strike just now had been reflexive, but he hadn't put much force into it, so he still had time to bring the book box around to his front to protect himself.
"It's fine, I survived another day, that's already pretty impressive!" Yanyan smiled with self-satisfaction, continuing on his journey toward poetry and distant horizons.
Chapter 28