Half a Match for Every Pot
After Wang Yue saw that Ning Que had learned the technique, he walked over to Sang Sang and placed one hand on her shoulder. A wave of scorching energy flowed into her abdomen, protecting her internal organs.
At the same time, he controlled the searing qi of heaven and earth to dispel the cold force inside Sang Sang. As for the source of the chill that had seeped into her bones, there was nothing he could do about that.
Before long, Sang Sang's complexion had improved. She smiled and said weakly, "Thank you, Big Brother Wang. I owe you more and more favors. In the future, you can have Young Master repay them little by little."
Seeing Sang Sang act as if she were making her final arrangements, Wang Yue quickly reassured her. "Don't worry. Since the Master said Grandmaster Qishan can cure you, then there's no doubt he can. Just keep your spirits up and live happily."
Seeing that Wang Yue understood what she meant, Sang Sang said worriedly, "Big Brother Wang, the Sword Saint won't do anything to us. If you don't want to fight, you should leave right away."
Wang Yue reached out and ruffled Sang Sang's hair, unconcerned. "Don't worry. The Sword Saint and I are only sparring, not fighting to the death. Otherwise, he wouldn't have sent everyone far away and come over himself to stop you."
Then he turned to Ning Que. "Ning Que, keep Sang Sang safe in a moment. The Sword Saint and I can both control our sword qi well, but there's always a chance something could go wrong."
Ning Que nodded quickly and drew his plain-backed saber. He didn't climb into the carriage, instead standing guard in front of it, tense and alert.
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