"Aunt!"
Lu Li rushed over to Lu Feixue. He was relieved to see that even if she was covered in blood, she hadn't sustained serious injuries.
Lu Feixue's hair was disheveled. Her clothes were torn up in many places. Her face was covered in blood and the craziness in her eyes made her seem insane. Seeing Lu Li coming over, she paused and then cried her eyes out. The sword dropped from her hand. She buried herself in Lu Li's arms and burst into a rage of tears.
Yu Huashen and Ming Yu rushed over. When they took a look around, their hearts were weighed down with sorrow. There must be a least more than 100 people dead. It had turned out to be a very grave matter…
"Alright, it's okay now. Aunt, don't be afraid. I am here. Nobody can harm you!"
Lu Li could feel Lu Feixue trembling. She cried so hard and she must be terrified and at a loss. He comforted her by patting her shoulders.
