Dongfang Minghui barely even thought before she went over and took Seventh Sister's hand. The spiritual power around her surged, and all the vine branches Little Lecher had put out to intimidate their opponent whipped back with a series of swishes.
Fatty was a shrewd one. In the blink of an eye, he fled through the opening where Dongfang Minghui stood, leaving a conspicuous trail of blood behind him, its scattered droplets particularly eye-catching.
Within a single breath, the approaching jingle of bells abruptly stopped. At the other end of the alley, a white-robed man appeared without a sound. His hair was snowy white, pure and unblemished, and he carried an enormous sword on his back. Even its hilt alone looked huge. As he stood there, his hair stirred without any wind.
Dongfang Minghui glanced at his waist but saw no bell. She looked him up and down and still could not find a single one. What the hell!
"Seventh Sister."
"Hmm?"
Qian Wanyu remained in the same stance, whip in hand, her gaze cold as she watched the man raise his head to look at them.
The man had a pair of calm, indifferent eyes that betrayed no emotion. He walked toward them step by step.
"Seventh Sister, let's go!"
"Don't panic."
Don't panic? This man who had suddenly appeared had to be a Spirit Exorcist!!!
Dongfang Minghui desperately tugged at Qian Wanyu's hand, so anxious that her palm began to sweat. Seventh Sister held her hand tightly and stood firm, not even changing her stance as she watched the man stroll gracefully toward them.
"Who else was here just now, besides you two?"
The man's voice was soft and delicate, lacking some of the masculine vigor a man ought to have and carrying a few extra shades of