In this world, besides her young master, who would risk his life to save a female slave like me?
Another figure appeared in Yan'Er's fogged eyes. It was a blacked faced monk; his face had a knife scar across it.
In the Thunder Fog Forest, when that beam of black light was about to pierce through her throat, he charged over and pushed her away. Then he used his body to help her block that black light. That black light didn't manage to pierce through her throat, but it had pierced through his chest.
At this instant, she finally realised who that black faced monk was; she also realised who Rogue Cultivator 2705 was. It was her young master; that was her young master.
Because in this world, besides her young master, no one else would risk his life to save her.
"Remember to cultivate properly, and work hard to live…" Those words rang beside her ear, then he brushed by her and left.
