Ji qinglin was back.
His body was slightly wet from the dewdrops, and the smell of the grass deep in the forest in the early morning was fresh and pleasant.
He came with his sword.
It was the familiar red specter again.
Fu Shang's eyes flickered but before he could say anything, Yu Yan, who was standing beside him, had already started to make sarcastic remarks.
"Young master Ji, you're back. I thought you were taken away by the wolves."
Ji qinglin was confused.
He hadn't seen her for just one night, and this woman had become so eccentric?
Ji qinglin didn't care.
Yu Yan: "@#%*?@#. Bah."
Ji qinglin walked past Yu Yan and towards Fu min. He grabbed her sleeve with worry in his eyes.
"Are you alright? I was caught in a stumble yesterday and didn't make it back in time."
Ji qinglin's eyes scanned Fu Shang up and down, and his gaze stopped on her torn clothes. It was a ghastly bloodstain.
"What's wrong?"