Shen Lian raised a hand and rubbed her hair, his dark sleeve brushing over the bloodstain on her cheek:
"Do we really need to thank each other?"
Zhu Zhuqing's cheeks grew slightly warm, and she lowered her eyes instinctively.
Shen Lian chuckled at her response, then turned to look at Zhou Ming and the others, who were still pinned in place by the pressure.
The Law Enforcement Team members had long since collapsed to the ground, their golden armor reflecting a miserable gleam beneath the setting sun.
Zhou Ming knelt at the very front, his forehead pressed to the ground. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, spreading into a small stain over the stone slabs.
A powerful surge of Soul Power suddenly erupted from Shen Lian.
Dark-purple airwaves swept through the entire street like an invisible giant hand. Zhou Ming and the others did not even have time to groan before they fell stiffly to the ground and sank into a deep unconsciousness.
"Let's go."
Shen Lian withdrew his Soul Power and naturally took Zhu Zhuqing's hand.
Zhu Zhuqing's fingertips trembled slightly, yet she did not pull away, allowing his warm palm to envelop her cool hand.
Ning Rongrong tactfully followed behind them. The image of Shen Lian intimidating a Soul Saint still replayed in her mind, and her sparkling eyes were full of admiration.
The three of them passed through the gradually quieting commercial district as the evening breeze carried the scent of food from around the street corner.
Zhu Zhuqing looked sideways at Shen Lian's profile and suddenly recalled the day he had brought her back to the Sun-Moon Empire. He had held her hand in the same way as they passed through the gates of Ming Capital.
Back then, she had been filled with wariness.