The little golden dragon's wisdom was only that of a child. How could he count on a child to think about such deep questions?
"I didn't…" The little golden dragon shook his head. His voice was so soft that it was barely audible.
Yang Xi looked at Shen Yanxiao's back and slowly spoke to the little golden dragon.
"Some things are not up to us to decide. But when we encounter a problem, we cannot run away or deny it. We are not alone. We have many comrades and many hopes by our side. For those comrades, we must stand up and not fall."
"But… but I can't do anything. I'm timid, afraid of trouble, and a useless piece of garbage. I can't even defeat the lowest level undead." The little golden dragon lowered his head. His despair did not come from the environment, but from himself.
