“Hanzi? What happened to her?” asked Rong Yuan. He was surprised to see Gu Lingzhi carrying Wei Hanzi in her arms. She was not in good shape.

“I am not sure, she was being chased by some assassinators when I entered the Sacred Lands,” Gu Lingzhi replied hastily, and laid Wei Hanzi on the chair. With one hand pressing hard on Wei Hanzi’s skirt, she tore it sharply and the-blood drenched skirt that Wei Hanzi wore, peeled like a rag. Rong Yuan pursed his lips and immediately turned away, “Even though you are in a hurry, you should still be mindful of your surroundings, I’m still here.”

“Isn’t it nice for you to look at beautiful sights?” Gu Lingzhi did not bother to look up. She was focusing on the injuries all over Wei Hanzi’s body, it was hard to imagine how serious the rest of her injuries were. If she had been a little later, what other injuries might she have sustained?

“It’s all minor injuries, they won’t get in the way,” Wei Hanzi replied weakly, seeing the pain in Gu Lingzhi’s eyes. Her wounds were under control after she took the medicine Gu Lingzhi gave her. As she...