"Thank you for coming to my aid, Taoist Friend."
Shen Yunjiao's face was pale. She bowed slightly in gratitude, her expression a little complicated. 'Not long ago, I thought I knew Zhao Zuo quite well, but after seeing him quickly kill an expert of the same Realm today, I realize I've never truly seen the man before me.'
"Taoist Friend Shen, there's no need for that. We should hurry back to Qingni Lane."
Zhao Zuo's expression was as calm as ever as he quickly helped Shen Yunjiao up. The thick smell of blood clung to her. Her Taoist Robe was slightly torn at the shoulder, faintly revealing a wound over ten centimeters long. The surface of the wound had already been given a simple treatment with Golden Wound Medicine to stop the bleeding.
"Don't go home. Go to the safe house in Clear Water Lane."
