"Brother Leng Xuan!" Su Yurou, always innocent and kind-hearted, and also fond of the little girl named Yingying, couldn't help but worry when she saw those three social youths bullying Yingying. Thinking of Brother Leng Xuan's impressive skills, she wanted him to help Yingying. However, after calling out 'Brother Leng Xuan,' she felt too embarrassed to say anything more.
Leng Xuan was amused by Yurou's concern. She really was kind-hearted, but it was no wonder she worried about the girl named Yingying, who did indeed appear quite fragile. Who would have guessed that such a frail-looking girl could be a Cultivator? If Yingying weren't a Cultivator, Leng Xuan might have intervened in the matter, but now there was no need. Pretending to be clueless, he laughingly asked, "What's wrong, Yurou?"
Su Yurou had thought Leng Xuan would understand, but his question made her even more embarrassed to ask for his help. Her face flushed, and she didn't know what to say.
