The sight of Su Qing holding a woman, his expression so intimate it was as if they were the only two people there, made Liu Xuanxuan's world freeze.
She suddenly clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, as if that was the only way to control the jealousy and resentment surging inside her.
She could only watch with wide eyes as Su Qing swept the woman up into his arms. Even though the woman was covered in filth, he showed no intention of letting go.
Just like that, he carried the woman away without a second thought.
Faintly, she could still hear Su Qing's low, gentle voice.
"Benefactor, didn't you say you were going to class? What are you doing here?"
Su Ye answered, sounding a little guilty.
"I was forced to come here. Would you believe that?"
After that, their voices became too faint to hear.
Gradually, most of the onlookers began to disperse, while many cultivators with profound cultivation arrived, landing one after another to investigate the scene.
