The dark-colored robe rolled with golden edges, embroidered with golden peonies at the cuffs, and the man with a silver mask on his face—Mu Jiangli!
In his hand, he held a cold, victorious long sword, and with just a few moves, he incapacitated the three black-clothed men who were already poisoned, each with a sword strike. They didn't die, but they all fell to the ground, writhing in pain.
Noticing the symptoms of poisoning in these people, Mu Jiangli was somewhat surprised. He looked towards Liu Shimei, knowing for sure that it was her doing.
However, Liu Shimei had no energy to care about others. Knowing that someone here was trying to save her, she thought it was Zhong Lang who had come and didn't pay much attention. Because—
Her dog was injured!