Injured
Editor: Henyee Translations
Due to the destruction of the stairs, Mo Lian, Duan Yue, and Ming Asi's group, who had been on the second-floor corridor, found themselves with no other option but to leap down if they wanted to reach the lower level.
Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao was now truly the center of attention.
The petite figure stood at the foot of the wooden stairs within the dining hall, surveying her surroundings. All eyes were fixed upon her.
Qiaoqiao maintained her usual emotionless demeanor, turning around calmly.
However, Mo Lian seemed to have discerned something amiss. His expression shifted slightly, and in a swift motion, she jumped down from the railing.
Duan Yue, Little Fatty, Qi Xuanxuan, and the others quickly followed suit.
"Qiaoqiao." Mo Lian's form flickered, and he was now by Qiao Mu's side. Just as he reached out to grasp Qiao Mu's waist, the young woman's complexion paled, and she suddenly expelled a mouthful of blood.