Proud Martial Uncle, Support
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
He Wushuang stopped in his tracks while he looked at Qi Wuhui and said with a smile, "I'm a little surprised! Why is it him?"
He Wushuang did not expect Qi Wuhui to suddenly come here. From the looks of it, he wanted to support Lin Qingzhu. He hadn't forgotten how Qi Wuhui had vomited blood from anger because of Ye Qiu during the Seven Peaks Martial Meeting. Shouldn't he resent Ye Qiu for such humiliation? Why would he support Lin Qingzhu?
Once again, He Wushuang chose to stand by and watch the show.
"This is great. Martial Uncle Qi is here. I believe that old fellow won't dare to make things difficult for us anymore."
At this moment, Liu Ruyan finally felt relieved.
Just now, she was really anxious to death. The disciples of the Heaven Mending Sect were being taught a lesson by the elders of the other holy lands outside. No one could stand up for them.
That kind of grievance was indescribable.