"The overall situation was settled now."
Only when Luo Bei saw Wu Qiu in that state did the thought rise in his heart, but the young woman in goose-yellow robes had already drifted down with him from afar.
That fierce battle had apparently consumed much of the stunning young woman's strength. As she landed, she panted softly, and Luo Bei saw a fine layer of glittering sweat beading on her forehead and along her slender, fair neck.
Threads of fragrance, fresh as secluded orchids, lingered around them.
Even her sweat was fragrant.
"Th-thank... thank you." Just as Luo Bei was staring blankly for a moment, the young woman in goose-yellow robes stammered her thanks to him.
"She's so tall."
Only after landing did Luo Bei realize that the young woman in goose-yellow robes was tall and slender, nearly the same height as him. Just as he was about to reply, he was suddenly startled. From the corner of his eye, he saw Wu Qiu raise its head again. It seemed to have heard the young woman's voice and located them, ready to pounce—but with a boom, as though a house had collapsed and its walls come crashing down, its enormous body slammed heavily back onto the ground, sending up a cloud of dust.
"It doesn't have the strength to move anymore."
With a whoosh, Luo Bei let out a breath of relief. But when he turned back, he suddenly saw the young woman in goose-yellow walking toward where Wu Qiu lay. She raised her small hand, her face full of reluctance. She looked as though she could not bear it and wanted to withdraw the spell she had cast.
"You want to spare it?" Luo Bei hesitantly caught hold of her sleeve. "Who knows what kind of strange breed this