Meng Fusheng had still wanted to tease Yang Jian, but the petite and fragile figure hiding under the tree suddenly attracted his gaze.
"Who is she?" Meng Fusheng pointed at that young girl with a look of confusion.
The young girl squatting under the tree looked a little pitiful. Upon seeing Meng Fusheng, she seemed flustered and instinctively turned to look at Yang Jian who had saved her, as if it could keep her safe.
"I don't know," Yang Jian said seriously.
Meng Fusheng was no fool. After all, he had stayed at the Free Valley for so many years. One look at the young girl's pitiful look and he could already guess her situation. He took a few steps towards the young girl and she immediately hid behind the tree in a panic, leaving only her terrified eyes looking out.
"Miss, don't be afraid. I won't harm you. Did you escape to Free Valley because you had no way else to go?" Meng Fusheng softened the tone in his voice.