With the addition of the crowd that had followed the Saintess, the already narrow streets had become blocked, and Lian Jia, unable to pass with his team, could only instruct his men to fall back to the side.
Saintess Honglian, still looking so sacred and gentle, ordered the flower carriage to stop midway through its journey when her gaze landed on Jiang Yichun, who lay on the stretcher.
"Master Bai seems to have been seriously injured, let me pray for him," said Honglian, her vermilion lips parting to release her melodious voice, and the surroundings instantly fell silent.
Soon, the commoners whispered among themselves again.
"Saintess Honglian truly pities the suffering of the people. Even for a foreigner, she is willing to help; she is just too kind."
"Yes, that foreigner is really lucky to have encountered the Saintess. Otherwise, he'd still be lying there, unable to get up."
"Why bother with those foreigners? They don't even believe in our deities."
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