Jun Moling was startled suddenly. In an instant, the overwhelming sensation of regaining what was lost hit him like a torrent, leaving his mind momentarily blank, and all reactions forgotten.
"You are the commander of the army. You cannot lose your sense of responsibility and commitment because of this item. Why not leave it with me for safekeeping?"
Noticing his reaction, Shen Ruoxi felt anger in her heart. Her cool voice broke the eerie atmosphere in the main tent.
It took quite a while for Jun Moling to come back to his senses. His eyes flickered with emotions that were difficult to comprehend.
He slowly reached out his hand, attempting to take back the object, but midway through, his hand fell powerless, as if he had used all his strength. His voice was low and hoarse, "Alright, you keep it safe."
Shen Ruoxi had asked deliberately, thinking that something more important than his life could never be agreed to.
