"Hm?"
Both of them froze. Such light casualties?
"How is that possible? Even with someone in the fifteen li realm helping you, plenty of people would still have been killed or wounded in the melee. Was your report wrong? Were there nowhere near that many monsters?" Xia Yong demanded sharply.
The coachman trembled in fright and hurriedly said, "I would never dare deceive you. There were countless monsters, a vast, dark mass of them. I heard there were forty or fifty thousand, and I personally saw seven or eight Great Demons in the spirit wandering realm, along with a Crimson Dragon. But thanks to the young master of the Li Family, who killed them all, the entire city was saved."
The Crimson Dragon must have been the Jiaolong driven out of the Saint Palace... Xia Qingshuang's eyes flickered, her expression turning grave.
That Crimson Dragon was no ordinary Great Demon in the fifteen li realm. It had spent years cultivating demonic arts in the Saint Palace and was only slightly weaker than they were.
"To think the Li Family's third generation had someone so capable," Xia Qingshuang said.
"Hmph, meddling in other people's business. This isn't Qing Prefecture. It's not Li Family territory."
Xia Yong now believed the coachman as well. He snorted. "Coming here to swagger around the moment he steps out into the world. Outrageous! Isn't the Yanbei Battlefield his Li Family guards chaotic enough already?"
"Hey!"
Inside the carriage, Li Yuanzhao could no longer contain his anger upon hearing that. "How can you say that? We helped your Xia Family put an end to the monster disaster, and now you're blaming us for it?"
"Hm?"
Both of them froze at the little fatty's shout.
Xia Yong's expression shifted slightly. "You're a member of the Li Family?"
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