"Thank you, sir... for saving my life."
Lv Zhi barely managed to speak, his voice still a bit hoarse:
"May I know the name of my benefactor? So I might repay you in the future."
"A chance meeting, no need to repay."
Chu Qing glanced at him:
"Your wound is somewhat strange, how did it happen?"
Last night, he cried for help to no avail.
Chu Qing had once seen him in Divine Blade City, promising a fortune, and since then had been following Nianxin Nian'an, proving himself a good man.
Feeling reluctant to let him die like this, he decided to save him.
Upon examining the wound, he found it rather peculiar.
Unknown what weapon caused it, the wound resembled a petal, harboring a chilling inner strength.
The wound aside, it was this inner strength that was most troublesome, and Chu Qing expended considerable effort to dispel it.
Hearing this, Lv Zhi looked at Chu Qing warily, then glanced at another young gentleman sitting at the table, propping his chin, watching him.
