Qi Jingrong was also startled; having something pop out from the darkness like that was indeed a test of one's heart strength, but fortunately, he managed to keep his composure. When he saw it was Yang Baihe, the corner of his mouth twitched.
"Tenthlord, I've finally waited for you, just take me away..." Yang Baihe was clutching at the hem of Qi Jingrong's trousers, looking up at him with a face full of sorrow. In truth, if it had been Yang Ruyu making that expression, it would certainly evoke a sense of pity. But Yang Baihe's round face had turned a bit blue from the cold night, and there was even snot under her nose. So at first glance, not only was there no sense of beauty, but it also stirred an urge to beat her up out of sheer disgust.
And Qi Jingrong did exactly what he felt like doing, and kicked her away with his foot.
Yun Yang was actually about to step forward, but seeing that his master had already kicked her, he kept quiet.