Carried away

Feng Jiu, still in a cross-legged position, heard this and blinked at Mo Chen who stood in front of her. Her lips curled up when she saw his expression as well as the astonished gazes of the surrounding crowd. She reached out to take the straying strand of jet-black hair off her cheek and pinned it behind her ear. Then she stood up holding the Qingfeng sword on her side.

But due to her shoulder injury as well as other wounds on her body, her figure swayed when she started standing up.

At this moment, the crowd seemed to notice the Qingfeng sword in her hand. They were looking on foolishly. The shock was so great that it made them not knowing how to react.

"Everybody, many thanks for coming to my rescue. Feng Jiu thanks all of you here."