Lin Qingyuan laughed. "You're getting married, of course I had to come. I'm dying to attend your wedding, you know." As she spoke, she walked over to Long Xuan and tugged at his sleeve, signaling for him to put his sword away.
Long Xuan cast a glance at Chen Xuping, who was drenched in blood. With a purse of his lips, he finally sheathed his sword.
Chen Qiyu looked Long Xuan up and down. Knowing that he was the one who had injured her brother, and seeing how intimate Lin Qingyuan was with him, she soon formed a vague idea of the situation. She sighed quietly but did not say anything, and she turned to Zhao Heng. "Big Brother Zhao, Big Bro's badly injured. Can you help me take him back into the medical hall and bandage his wounds?"
Zhao Heng scrutinized Long Xuan carefully.
This man had a distinguished air to him and remarkable swordsmanship. When did Rocky Grounds City receive a master swordsman like him?
He was secretly astonished.
