"Junior Sister, you are just too kind-hearted. Such people who overestimate themselves should be taught a lesson first."
The tall and lean young man beside her was the first to speak, his tone decidedly unfriendly.
"Saving one life is more meritorious than building a Seven-Level Pagoda, let alone a fellow practitioner."
The girl finally spoke, her voice filled with pride.
As she waved the longsword in her hand, the surrounding evil ghosts sensed the danger and began to retreat, eventually melting into the night.
"The people of Gangfeng Village really wanted to save a few bucks, so they hired these Feng Shui Metaphysics Masters without a proper sect lineage to come to their deaths."
Since she was their lifesaver, Jiang An suppressed his reaction to her haughty demeanor and made his posture very humble.
"Thank you for the rescue. May I ask who you are—"
