Seeing Yue Qingzhu grit her teeth and still determined to take action, Yi Chen could no longer sit still and immediately flashed several meters away.
He looked at Yue Qingzhu, whose body had become slightly rigid, and found it impossible to reconcile the woman before him with the spirited princess he had once known on Dragon Tiger Mountain.
The current Yue Qingzhu was like a doll that had lost its vitality, beautiful indeed, but lacking a certain liveliness, as if she were molded from clay or carved from wood.
Seeing this, Yi Chen couldn't help but sigh softly, "Speak, Daoist Qing Zhu, have you lost?"
"Considering the past when you alerted the Yan Family to certain matters, if there's any trouble you're facing, it would be no trouble at all for me to help you out."
"Of course, if it's an excessive request, then please don't bother asking."
Yi Chen wouldn't engage in activities that required the lower body to support the thinking of the upper body.