When Chen Feng entered the bedroom, Qin Yue was bending over to mop the floor, a few strands of hair falling rebelliously onto her forehead.
Even though she didn't raise her head, Qin Yue recognized Chen Feng's footsteps.
"Didn't you go to investigate the Wuji Sect? How come…, ah, something isn't right."
As Qin Yue was speaking, she paused when she sensed a pungent metallic scent.
Instantly, Qin Yue lifted her eyes and saw Chen Feng, his clothes were stained with blood.
At that moment, Qin Yue grew tense, she tossed the mop aside and rushed to Chen Feng: "You...are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Chen Feng let out a grin: "It's the enemy's blood. I've wiped out the Martial Path club."
"You…"
Qin Yue opened her mouth, a mix of emotions assailing her.
"Little Sister, anything that I can handle, I wouldn't want you to bear." Chen Feng said softly.
"But, I don't want your hands to be stained with blood. If possible, let me handle all the bloodshed for you."
