Suddenly, he raised his hand.
Zhou Yuanli, taken aback, realized what was happening and hastily flew to the edge of the formation.
Soon, shadows began to materialize before his eyes.
These were not enemies, but familiar faces!
He breathed a sigh of relief, but the sight of bloodied figures soon turned his expression even graver.
The sight of a severely injured Gu Caiyi being held by Murong Qinglian sent shivers down his spine.
"Hall Master Murong, what on earth happened out there?"
"We were attacked, there were many of them!"
Murong Qinglian's face was wrought with worry, her gown covered in blood.
It was unclear whether it was her own blood or if it had soaked in from the unconscious Gu Caiyi nearby.
"What sort of enemy could harm both you and Steward Gu?"
Murong Qinglian turned to look back, but found no trace of their attackers.
