Clad in green, her garment fluttering without wind, she stood by his side, her face marked with rage.
"Chen Feng!"
"You... you're here!"
Upon recognizing the newcomer, Lin Churan's lips twitched, and she could no longer hold back her feelings of injustice, as her eyes immediately reddened.
"I'm here."
Chen Feng bent down and gently lifted Lin Churan, and upon seeing the palm print on her cheek, he felt a chill in his heart.
He stretched out his hand and gently took Lin Churan's small hand, channeling a stream of spiritual power into her body.
Lin Churan's pale complexion immediately gained a bit of rosy color.
"It's okay now."
"I will make him pay."
Looking at Lin Churan's reddened eyes, Chen Feng felt a surge of heartache.
He lifted his head, staring toward the distance at the elder who had just stood up.
"Who are you?!"
The elder looked at Chen Feng, his body rigid with tension, his eyes filled with apprehension.
