I'm Sorry to You All!

Qian Renxue was somewhat surprised by how readily the Red Bishop agreed. He had accepted so decisively—this was nothing like Spirit Hall's usual overbearing style.

If she had known Bibi Dong had given instructions in advance, she would not have been so surprised.

She waved toward the distance, and a Healing Soul Master quickly walked over.

"Treat this knight," she instructed.

"Yes, Your Highness."

This Healing Soul Master was one of Qian Renxue's attendants. After receiving the order, he immediately treated the injured knight.

Qian Renxue looked at the swollen lumps bulging all over the knight's body and frowned. "Tang San, how did this knight end up like this?"

Tang San turned his head away and ignored Qian Renxue.

In the distance, Grandmaster's condition had finally improved a little, and he shouted, "Xiao San, hurry and remove the Hidden Weapons from that knight."

Only then did Tang San crouch down and retrieve the Dragon Whisker Needles under the knight's furious glare. He also pulled out the Dragon Whisker Needle from the other man's heart.

Such a rare treasure—he was not about to waste it.

After treatment, the knight could barely stand.

"Go back on your own. Don't worry, Spirit Hall will give you justice," the Red Bishop said to the injured knight.

"Many thanks, My Lord Bishop." With that, the knight shot Tang San a hateful look and limped away.

The Red Bishop glanced coldly at Tang San, flicked his sleeve, turned, and walked toward his horse.

Qian Renxue said, "Dean Flander, don't worry. I won't stand by and do nothing about this. I will ensure you remain safe and sound."

"Many thanks, Your Highness!" Flander said gratefully.

Qian Renxue smiled. "We are all on the same side. Now that we've come to Spirit City, we should all support one