Gu Qiaoqiao's cold gaze locked onto the man in front of her, carrying hints of murderous intent.
The plaid man never expected, not only to not hear the soft whispers of the little beauty but instead, to be hit over the head with a book, feeling dizzy and with buzzing ears, momentarily unable to react.
Gu Qiaoqiao frowned slightly, holding Ying Xue's hand, quickly running toward the stairs. At this moment, Gu Qiaoqiao realized that without leveraging the Mystic Sect, she was merely a girl slightly more skilled than the average. Hence, she couldn't afford to linger in battle and needed to swiftly retreat.
However, having experienced much, she remained calm and unworried.
If she truly couldn't leave, she wouldn't mind a bit of a confrontation with the amulet.
There were stones everywhere, with those two already incapacitated, so she was confident.
Yet, unless absolutely necessary, she wouldn't expose her Mystic Sect identity in front of Ying Xue and those three people.
