57 The Heart of Wuji I

Blood dripped down the Rong man's nose as a bulge slowly emerged on his forehead. He stumbled backward.

Zong Yue had been standing quietly by the side, and upon seeing that Meng Fuyao had subdued him without doing much, a look of praise flashed across his face. Not only were her skills extraordinary, but she was also extremely witty. While she hadn't risen to the top, the highest seat would eventually be hers.

Meng Fuyao proceeded to help the lady up before feeling for her child's pulse. She nodded comfortingly, adding, "You can no longer live here. Every city in Wuji Nation has a home shelter built for the homeless and the suffering. You guys should look for the officer there and seek protection."

The frightened pregnant woman choked, tears streaming down her face. "Thank you…"