"Yin'er, how's the situation now?"
Su Qingluo lay in Li Xiu'e's arms, seemingly well-behaved, but her mental communication with Little Kingfisher had never been interrupted, always paying attention to the fighting situation ahead.
"It's almost over, fierce fighting on both sides, heavy casualties, those who are killing are all dead soldiers, those who fall wounded all commit suicide by taking poison."
"On the side being ambushed, only a woman and a two-year-old child are left; the woman is seriously injured and needs to be rescued, if it takes too long, even Grand Immortal Luo won't be able to save her due to excessive blood loss."
"The child is not injured, but his complexion looks wrong, with his brow turning black, as if he's poisoned."
Little Kingfisher stood on the treetop, monitoring every move of the fighting parties, and reported truthfully.
What it didn't say was that it had secretly helped the injured woman who was battling the last two killers in a small way.
