No one cared why Yue Qian had come here. No one cared why Yue Qian was so angry.
There was no need to think or worry about it, as it was obvious why Yue Qian had come.
Lin Haotian was here, grimy and beaten, with a trail of fresh blood at the corner of his mouth. He was bleeding all over, his wounds rapidly healing in an uncanny speed, but the fact remained that he was injured.
In such a situation, it would not surprise anyone if Yue Qian took action.
Yue Qian's protective instincts were as well known throughout the Western Region as a nightmare.
Everyone present did not think Yang Zhen stood a chance of surviving Mount Sumeru as they saw him infuriating Yue Qian to the point of rage.
Even Lin Haotian looked at Yue Qian with a baffled expression and asked uncertainly, "Master, why are you here?"
Yue Qian shot a cold glance at Lin Haotian and said gravely, "If I had not come, you would have been toyed with to death by Yang Zhen."
