"Miss, are you alright?" said the man wearing the white ghost mask among the black swordsmen.
He stretched out his hand, intending to help Liu Mengying, who was kneeling on the ground.
But another hand intercepted his, and with a gentleman's grace, lifted Liu Mengying up. A faint smile still hung on the pale cheeks of the savior.
The White Ghost Knight furrowed his brow; he had been fully engaged with another tyrant tiger armor and hadn't seen that precise strike.
Liu Mengying hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose the hand of the man beside her, who appeared more frail. After all, the White Ghost Knight was a stranger...
"Fan Chen, so your soul is still there. Then hold tight to the sword in your hand, and don't let the miss suffer the slightest scare again!" said the White Ghost Knight.
