A bedraggled figure hurried in from outside.
"Hmm? Oh my, isn't this Song... Jiaying? What happened to you? Why are you... injured too?"
The red-robed female cultivator had been admiring her orchid-like fingers. When she saw Song Jiaying appear, she instinctively wanted to question her, with a few barbs thrown in for good measure.
But before the words left her mouth, she suddenly remembered that although Song Jiaying was a newcomer, she had now latched onto the City Lord's Mansion steward and had the City Lord's Mansion as her backing.
No matter what Song Jiaying had done or how arrogant she was, she was no longer someone she could afford to provoke.
She immediately put on a smile and changed her tone, putting on a concerned expression.
The laughter in the room abruptly ceased. Everyone turned to look at Song Jiaying, whose breath was in disarray and whose injuries were clearly severe.
"Martial Sister Jiaying, weren't you taking Young Master Lin to purchase a cave mansion? How did you... end up injuring yourself?"
"This is outrageous! Who would dare make a move in Sunset City? Or was it caused by you dual cultivating with that Young Master Lin?"
"Martial Sister, I have a few healing spirit pills here. Take them quickly and stabilize your injuries first."
With their gazes fixed on Song Jiaying, everyone chimed in at once.
As they spoke, some of the quicker-witted ones directly took out several healing spirit pills and hurried forward to offer them to Song Jiaying.
Seeing this well-connected Song Jiaying injured, they were naturally delighted. But everyone present was a seasoned hand.
They had long perfected the art of speaking to people like people and to ghosts like ghosts, so naturally they would not reveal even a trace of their true thoughts.