Ji Fengyan followed Linghe to the front yard. Even Gong Zhiyu had come along.
Just after they took a step into the front yard, a black figure suddenly fell towards Ji Fengyan. Before Linghe could react, Ji Fengyan had already reached out to stop that black figure from falling. When that black figure regained his balance, and Linghe had a clear look of him, Linghe almost spit blood.
That black figure was not anyone else. He was Zuo Nuo, whom Linghe had instructed to stay in the front yard to deal with the situation.
Zuo Nuo, who was previously still fine, had a graze at the corner of his eye. Fresh blood flowed down his wound where a knife had cut his face. If Ji Fengyan had not stopped him from falling and cushioned most of the force targeted at him, he would have been half-dead from falling directly on the ground.
