The little girl who was already lightly sleeping heard the sobbing and woke up, then discovered the pitiful little beast on the ground. A look of concern appeared on her face as she picked up the creature, comforting and stroking it softly while turning her head to look at the woman who had unleashed the Sword Qi with two stern gazes.
Though she said nothing, the latter felt an inexplicable chill, shrinking her neck into her shoulders, opening her mouth to explain but unable to speak, and gave an awkward smile instead.
Lin Qiaofu glared at her, taking the pretending-to-be-pitiful little beast into the distance, feeling rather heartbroken for it.
Wang Anfeng, holding the scroll in his hand, approached the disheartened female disciple and asked,
"What's... what's going on here?"
Perhaps it was Wang Anfeng's use of his sword that had changed the woman's mind about him, she sighed and said with a worried look,