A hero saving a beauty was an old, worn-out plot, of course. Besides, Butterfly Spirit could only be called two-thirds of a beauty. A beautiful woman was an organic blend of three kinds of beauty: a beautiful face, a beautiful figure, and a beautiful soul. Butterfly Spirit had a delicately graceful figure and a pure soul. Her face... possessed a beauty of an entirely different sort. Unfortunately, Luo Qian could not appreciate that sort of beauty.
The proper ending to this plot was for the hero to win the beauty's heart. If the hero was a dashing gentleman, it would make a fine tale. The problem now was that they had the dashing gentleman, but not the beauty. What would happen after the rescue was harder to say.
Butterfly Spirit moved with incredible speed. Without that advantage, and the crisscrossing streets and alleys of the Saint Market, she would have been caught by that group long ago. The pursuers were not from the Immortal Realm, either. They had all their facial features, but their looks left much to be desired. Worse, they liked tattooing dark patterns on their faces, making them even more revolting.
Luo Qian directed his men, who knocked these local bullies to the ground in a few swift blows. The bullies could pick on ordinary Saints easily enough, but against Seventh Rank Saints, they were children trying to arm-wrestle adults. The Butterfly Spirit Boy lay on the ground, unconscious from whatever trick they had used on him. Luo Qian went over and patted him, but he did not react.
The Butterfly Spirit Girl hurried back, panting and drenched in fragrant sweat. Her flight had clearly drained her strength. "They used a drug to knock my brother out. It's a Confusion Drug made specifically for us Butterfly Spirits.