The Face

Xiao Yue'er and her followers rallied around Li Tong, her disheveled hair betraying her agitated state. She could no longer control her emotions.

The moment Zhao Dapeng, the leader of the Green Bamboo Gang, decided to attack the Wan Hua Association, she had felt despair.

The reinforcements from the Silver Willow Pill Workshop hadn't arrived. The Wan Hua Association's current numbers and Martial Dao cultivation were no match for the Green Bamboo Gang.

They didn't even have the strength to fight a desperate last stand.

Xiao Yue'er had secretly gathered her strength, intending to sacrifice her life to activate a secret technique and inflict some damage on Zhao Dapeng.

She had resigned herself to death.

But.

At this darkest moment of despair, a glimmer of hope appeared. Li Tong, the captain of the Pill Workshop guards, arrived. With a single arrow shot outside the Gathering Flower Hall, he nearly killed the arrogant Zhao Dapeng, leader of the Green Bamboo Gang, averting the Wan Hua Association's imminent destruction.

Li Tong tossed the now useless crossbow bolt to the ground, his eyes fixed on the deeply wary Zhao Dapeng, unashamedly revealing his disappointment.

What a golden opportunity! If he had killed this man, the Green Bamboo Gang might have crumbled, and the Wan Hua Association's crisis would have been resolved.

Alas.

"Captain Li," Xiao Yue'er quickly approached, cupping her fists in gratitude. "Thank you."

"I apologize..." Li Tong nodded slightly, his voice low. "I'm a bit late."

"Not late, not late at all."

Xiao Yue'er waved her hands hastily.

Then, she glanced around, her eyes blinking as if she'd noticed something. She asked hesitantly:

"Where is Deacon Jiang? I don't seem to have seen him?"

She scanned the reinforcements carefully, but couldn't find Jiang Yan. The emotions that had just settled