"Believe it or not."
Qin Yang shrugged, patting Xia He's shoulder. "Your line of work is tough. Those Demons are dangerous. If you really run into trouble, run if you can. Don't try to be a hero."
"Alright, Old Qin. Don't worry, I definitely get that."
Xia He looked down, slipped the Star Stone into his pocket, and grinned. "I'll run if I can. When the time comes, wait for me to get back, and we..."
"Hey! Stop right there!"
Before he could finish, Qin Yang cut him off. "Are you trying to jinx yourself? What's all this 'get back' talk? You're like an old general on a stage, covered in death flags!"
"..."
Xia He was speechless.
"Alright, be safe. Go on, get back to work.
If you really run into trouble, don't forget what I said. Fill the stone with Star Force and run if you can."
With that, Qin Yang turned, stuffed his hands in his pockets, and sauntered off toward his slacking spot.
