Bab 419: We'll Just Take the Opportunity

"Master!" The young Taoists cried out, scrambling to support Ming Pei.

The woman who had broken the formation stood amidst the howling wind, her clothes and a few strands of hair fluttering. She turned slightly, saw Ming Pei's pitiable state, and her fierce face softened with gratitude. "Thank you, old man."

Had he not worked so hard to create an opening, she might not have been able to cleave through the formation with her thunderous blade. Fortunately, Ming Pei had lost consciousness. If he knew he had made way for someone else to shine, he would likely vomit another mouthful of blood.

The young Taoists observed her attire--simple and looking no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. She was dressed as a wandering hero, with her hair secured by a band and exuding a strong, martial presence. Besides her great axe, she carried nothing related to Taoist practices.