Yi Chen naturally understood Old Han's thinking. This sly old fox was planning to cut his losses and avoid disaster.
Oh well, if I'm to escort him for a bit, then I shall.
One of the top ten virtues of Yi Taoist is kindness, as he cannot bear to see others suffer. Although if he's not mistaken, the wine jar that hit Han Xinyue was probably thrown by him. But that's not important; one shouldn't mind these little details.
"Han Xinyue, you really should be more careful. Luckily, you've encountered me!" Yi Chen's fifth virtue, thick-skinned, immediately came into play. With a compassionate sweep of his hand over Han Xinyue's head, a warm sensation instantly enveloped her entire body.
For Yi Chen, who had mastered his body's spiritual storage, stopping blood and growing flesh for others was as easy as flipping his hand.
"Hidden... Hidden Dragon senior, Han Li truly doesn't know how to thank you." Han Xinyue's face was streaked with gratitude; she felt much better now.
"Ah?"
