"Protect Master Lin and return to the market." Jue Ming acted decisively, pulling out his sword.
Jue Hui and others also immediately stood in front of Lin Ziyin. Qiaoqiao guarded her on horseback, her face pale. The girl had trained in martial arts, but she had never actually killed anyone before.
But on the battlefield ahead, several black-clothed figures had already been killed or injured, the strong smell of blood was overpowering.
"We cannot delay any longer." Jue Hui reminded Lin Ziyin in a low voice.
Lin Ziyin nodded, turned her horse around, and prepared to enter the market. There were too many black-clothed figures, only in the market would she truly be safe. Moreover, even with Jue Ming and others defending her, she could be a liability.