These people, as if they had received an imperial pardon, hurriedly scrambled to flee, tripping over one another in their haste.
In an instant, the sky full of cultivators had vanished without a trace.
Aside from the puddle of blood on the ground serving as proof of their presence, they left no other trace.
Xue An descended back to the ground.
Just at that moment.
Su Xiaomu's wine had also been warmed up.
"My lord! Please enjoy the wine!" Su Xiaomu, holding the wine cup, was so excited that her whole body trembled.
For a girl of her age, it was the time to worship heroes.
And Xue An had just displayed all the characteristics of a perfect hero.
How could this not excite Su Xiaomu?
And it was not just her.
At this moment, all the people in Si Hua City looked at Xue An with eyes filled with reverence.
Xue An smiled, took the wine cup, and slowly sipped.
"Good wine!"
"Lord..." Fu Xinyan began, then hesitated, a trace of worry on her face.
