The final battle of the Seven Meridians Martial Arts Tournament should have been the most spectacular match.
But,
Wang Quan Yan's appearance shattered that expectation.
After all, all the popular contenders for the championship had been defeated by him. Naturally, there was no so-called final battle... In any case, none of them could withstand a single sword strike from him.
No matter how spectacular it was?
How spectacular could it possibly be!
Wang Quan Yan carried Lu Xueqi down from the arena.
Only then did Shui Yue finally come to her senses. Her excellent disciple was still injured! She hurriedly led Wen Min and the others over, then took Lu Xueqi from Wang Quan Yan's arms...
Lu Xueqi looked quite tall.
Yet curled up in Wang Quan Yan's arms, she was just a tiny little thing.
The aloof maiden lay peacefully in her master's arms. Her face was somewhat pale, yet she could not resist turning back for one more look at Wang Quan Yan...
As she watched him.
She could not help but fall deeply asleep.
"Xiao Yan."
"Thank you."
The aloof Taoist nun thanked Wang Quan Yan.
Had it not been for him, Lu Xueqi would likely have been in danger...
"You are too courteous, Martial Uncle."
"It was only what I should have done."
Wang Quan Yan cupped his hands slightly.
If he did not spoil the girl he liked himself?
Who else did he expect to spoil her for him?
Hearing this,
Shui Yue gave Wang Quan Yan a complicated look.
She nodded slightly and said nothing more. Turning around, she carried Lu Xueqi away, intending to take her back for treatment...
Not far away,
Tian Buyi narrowed his eyes slightly.
He beckoned Song Daren over and instructed him, "When you return later, send a few