At this moment, his residual anger had not yet subsided; the death of the kidnapper was not enough to quell his rage.
Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the fury in his heart, tossed the dagger into the valley below, and turned to descend the mountain.
In a clearing within the forest, Gan Yuan had already taken off her own shirt to wrap around the little one and was looking anxiously toward the direction of the slope.
She knew that with his skills, he was unlikely to be injured, but the scream from the mountain still uncontrollably made her turn her face away.
Gan Tang, with her arms around her neck, was equally concerned, watching for Huangfu Jue, "Uncle Huangfu won't be hurt, right?"
"Don't worry, he won't be," Gan Yuan softly reassured.
By then, the man's figure had emerged from the woods; only when she saw him unharmed did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"Uncle Huangfu."
The little one, too, obviously relaxed, greeted him with a smile from afar.