"Phew! I'm safe!"
The pock-faced lady sighed a breath of relief. Then, she turned to Chu Kuangren with a grateful look on her face. "Thank you, Daoist Brother! Thank you for saving me!"
She understood the situation earlier as well. The Saber Lord and the others could have saved her, but it was Chu Kuangren who put thoughts into action.
"It's nothing. It was just a simple matter," Chu Kuangren said.
He saved the pocked-face lady simply out of convenience. It was like seeing a stray dog or cat on the street and tossing a bone or two to feed them purely out of reaction.
"It might've been just a simple matter to you, Daoist Brother, but it was life-saving to me. I'm in your debt, and I'll never forget it," the lady said solemnly.
Chu Kuangren took a glance at her.
The lady was tall and slim, and her facial features were quite delicate. If it were not for the pockmarks on her face, she would be a beautiful one.
