Outside of West State, Fire Yan Sect.
Lu Xun rode on a paper crane, smelling the surrounding scent of blood, he felt a long-lost sense of fatigue.
"We won." A faint smile appeared on his face, as if he was relieved.
The Sword Qi is Near flew back to his side, hovering near the sword sheath, making a slight sword humming sound, seeming to ask the sheath, "Are you hurt anywhere?"
Shang Haiqing and the remaining elders of the Fire Yan Sect flew to Lu Xun's side, bowed together, and said, "Thank you for your assistance, the Fire Yan Sect is deeply grateful!"
Lu Xun calmly accepted the bow, saying simply, "No need for such courtesies."
In his view, he was just passing by the Fire Yan Sect by chance.
Along the way, as long as he encountered any Foreign Races, he would certainly help if he could.
Not only could he save lives, he could also gain experience points and contribution points, why wouldn't he want to do it?
