There was no time to worry about propriety between men and women. Several pairs of hands nearby hurriedly caught her, keeping her from crashing straight to the ground.
Those supporting her felt a gust of wind, and a figure was already standing before them.
It was Ji Qinghe. He immediately took Mulan Qingqing's wrist to check her pulse and examine her internal injuries. Once he had some idea of her condition, he frowned again.
He had initially assumed she had been injured in her fight with Shi Chun. Now he discovered that her greatest problem was a blockage in her qi channels, almost as though she had shut herself off.
She had backed herself into a mental dead end. Ji Qinghe released her wrist with a sigh. He could understand it; even he had found what he saw in the mirror image difficult to accept, let alone the person involved.
He waved to the disciples beside him. "It's nothing serious. Take her back to our lodgings first, then we'll treat her."
His gaze then fell on Guan Yingjie, who had been carried over beside them. Seeing his broken leg, he sighed again.
The moment Guan Yingjie saw him, he cried out mournfully, "Elder, we were deceived!"
Deceived? Doubt entered Ji Qinghe's eyes. "Deceived? By whom?"
"Someone calling himself Wang Sheng impersonated a Wandering Rosy Clouds Mountain disciple and made utter fools of us. Elder, as for the details..." Pale-faced, Guan Yingjie glanced at the surrounding crowd. Some things were not suitable to say here. "Please allow this disciple to report everything once we return."
With his experience, Ji Qinghe naturally recognized that some things could not be aired in public. He immediately had someone fetch a carriage, loaded them aboard, and quickly left.
Wan Daoxuan and the others watched them