Chen Nanqiang propped himself up, the intense pain in his chest making his vision go black for a moment.
Blood dripped down from the corner of his mouth, spreading a dark red stain on his blue robe. He gritted his teeth and solemnly cupped his fists in salute, "Thank you, Senior Sister, for saving my life."
He knew that if it hadn't been for Senior Sister Liu's timely appearance, he would surely have perished at Zhao Kai's hands today.
Liu Rushuang glanced at him indifferently, her gaze cold as if she were looking at a mere plant: "No need to thank me."
Her jade hand lifted slightly, the white silk returning to her sleeve like a spiritual snake, shining with a lustrous sheen under the moonlight: "I intervened to uphold the sect's rules, it has nothing to do with you."
The night breeze brushed through the bamboo grove, lifting a strand of her dark hair across her forehead.
