"You cannot go!" Meng Xinghai opposed immediately. In his eyes, Qin Ming was still a budding talent, just showing the tip of his potential, and needed growth. If anything were to happen, the regret would be inconsolable.
"Meng Uncle, I really must return to Black and White Mountain. I have a premonition that after the eradication on Jinji Ridge, I may be targeted by the Golden Thieves. If anything happens in that area, my conscience will not be at ease." Qin Ming spoke gravely.
His solo night raid on Jinji Ridge had been well-intentioned, aiming to obliterate all the local bandits. But if this act brought disaster to the mountain people, he would be filled with immense guilt.
Meng Xinghai, who was stroking the bronze furnace in the living room, said, "I will consider placing some hands over there. At your age, if you were from the direct lineage of a major family going out for experience, you would still be within the stage of being protected."
The two of them had a disagreement.
