Master, That Robe Looks Nice. Give It to Me!

"Xueqi!!!"

Just as Hao Shuai was about to explain, Shui Yue's concerned voice rang out. She rushed up to Hao Shuai and checked Lu Xueqi from head to toe, asking anxiously, "Xueqi, how are you? Do you feel unwell anywhere? I told you long ago that you hadn't fully mastered the Divine Sword Thunder Control True Spell and shouldn't use it lightly. Why push yourself with such a desperate move just to win?"

Shui Yue's reminder brought Lu Xueqi back to her senses. She realized she was being held in Hao Shuai's arms in front of the entire Qingyun Sect. For a moment, even her usually frosty expression couldn't keep a faint blush from appearing on her cheeks.

Fortunately, the blush came and went quickly. Apart from Shui Yue, no one noticed.

Shui Yue assumed Lu Xueqi's injuries were severe enough to make blood rush to her face. She quickly took Lu Xueqi from Hao Shuai, then looked at him gratefully. "Nephew Hao, you saved Xueqi's life today. Small Bamboo Peak will repay you generously in the future."

Shui Yue then turned to Dao Xuan and said, "Sect Leader Senior Brother, Xueqi has injured her internal organs. I'll take her back to treat her injuries. Please excuse us."

With that, Shui Yue hurried off carrying Lu Xueqi, and the others from Small Bamboo Peak followed close behind.

From beginning to end, Shui Yue never mentioned the outcome of the match between Hao Shuai and Lu Xueqi. She knew where things stood.

"How strange! Apart from being a little charred, he really is unharmed!" Dao Xuan was completely focused on Hao Shuai and paid little attention to Shui Yue's departure. The other peak leaders had also gathered around Hao Shuai, watching him in disbelief.

"Nephew Hao, tell us honestly—how did you