The Situation

Lin Xin felt a breath caught in his chest. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the other side smash something down with a bang. An explosion erupted, and white smoke billowed out, spreading everywhere and chokingly thick.

Cough, cough...

An Ying's voice came from below. She retreated more than ten steps, then easily leaped to his side.

"Senior Brother, are you all right? Are you hurt anywhere?!" She looked exceptionally tense and worried.

"I'm... I'm fine." Lin Xin slowly calmed the stifling pressure in his chest. "If that bastard hadn't run so fast, I'd have gone down there and killed him!"

"Rest assured, Eldest Senior Brother! With me here, I absolutely won't let anyone hurt you!" An Ying patted her chest in assurance. What drew Lin Xin's gaze more, however, were the two trembling mounds there.

Considering An Ying's disastrous emotional intelligence, Lin Xin could only sigh helplessly to himself.

By then, the situation between the Bamboo Hat Woman and the White-Clad Swordswoman had also become clear. Seeing her companion retreat, the Bamboo Hat Woman likewise hurled down a smoke bomb and vanished.

The White-Clad Swordswoman glanced in their direction, sheathed her Black Sword, and walked over.

The two of them climbed down from the rock and approached her.

"Thank you both for your assistance." Once she came near, the woman cupped her fist in salute and thanked them loudly.

"It's nothing, it's nothing. When traveling abroad, helping one another is only right." Lin Xin replied with a polite smile.

"Only right?" The woman found Lin Xin's answer somewhat strange. "No matter what, I must still thank this heroine." She solemnly thanked An Ying.

"No need, no need." An Ying gave a slightly foolish, blank smile. It seemed she had never encountered someone thanking her so earnestly