A moment later, Xuexue finally felt revived. It was already late, and her mother was waiting for her to eat dinner. Thus, she stopped paying attention to the man on the ground and started walking back, wading through the dim twilight, deep and shallow.
"Damn stinky woman!"
The man on the ground let out a weak voice. Xuexue turned to glance at him, straightened her clothes and hair without uttering a word, and walked away without looking back.
Not long after Xuexue left, a group of about ten men in black arrived in succession.
Seeing the man lying among a pile of fallen leaves, the scene somewhat tragic with only his head showing, they immediately kneeled down and admitted their faults in panic, "Prince, your subordinates arrived late for the rescue, we deserve to die. Please forgive us, Prince."
"All of you, get up."
"Yes."
It turned out that this man was the Ghost King Long Rui, whose mere mention terrified the inhabitants of Moli Country.
