Not everyone was killed by the blade-light. Cheng Xiuyun and Luo Yinglu survived. However, their eyes were filled with fear.
Although Luo Yinglu didn't think that he was much weaker than the Third Princess or the seven swordsmen, seeing them drop like flies before him had been terrifying.
If the Blade Demon wanted to kill him, he would never have a chance to walk out alive.
Just as many thoughts went through his mind, a familiar figure appeared in front of him and shielded him. As he saw the figure, he felt tears form in his eyes.
"Aunt Chu Hong, why… why are you here?" Luo Yinglu felt like himself tear up when he spoke.
Aunt Chu Meng was a graceful lady who looked about forty. She was wearing green robes and giving off a calm, soothing aura.
Her expression was very grave as she nodded her head at Luo Yinglu. "The Patriarch was afraid that you'd get into trouble so he had me follow you when you left."
"What a close call!"
