Pan Jie turned back and said, "You can report to the Witch Army. I will take care of her. Her life wouldn't be in danger."
Pan Jie was referring to Han Qingru in the last sentence. The pure, young man from many years ago had disappeared. Clearly, time could change many things. Even a pure young man.
Mo Wuji sighed. Originally, he didn't intend to kill Pan Jie. However, these words of Pan Jie didn't give him any reason to allow Pan Jie to continue leaving. Still, he didn't make a move. He had seen Pan Wu rushing over.
"Pa!" A tight slap landed on Pan Jie's face. An infuriated Pan Wu appeared in front of Pan Jie.
After slapping Pan Jie, she bowed at Mo Wuji and said, "Big Brother Mo, you can rest assured. Even if I have to use my life, I will not allow you and Sister to face any danger."
