Ruan Qianqian did not approach Wenlong right away. Instead, she followed him at a distance, wanting to see whether he was truly a hero who could withstand the test.
Wenlong had no idea that Ruan Qianqian was following him. He thought she would never come out to look for him.
There were many relatives who cared about her in the Myriad Crowds Sect, along with a whole host of elders who loved her. They would never let her venture out into danger.
He carried on as usual, lending a hand whenever he encountered injustice and offering help whenever he saw people suffering.
Besides, he had plenty of money on him. Other than food and lodging, he had nothing to spend it on and did not know what to do with so much money.
Yet these casual acts left a deep impression on Ruan Qianqian's heart, one that would not fade for a long time.
One day, Wenlong passed through a desolate village. The villagers looked sallow and emaciated, and their houses were falling apart.
A drought had struck the area, leaving the villagers without a single grain from their harvest, yet the authorities were still demanding heavy taxes.
Wenlong could not bear the sight. He immediately took out his money to buy grain and seeds for the villagers and even helped repair their houses.
Watching all this from hiding, Ruan Qianqian grew even fonder of him.
However, just as Wenlong was run off his feet, a band of robbers suddenly stormed into the village, intent on stealing what little the villagers had left.
Wenlong's eyes widened with fury. He drew his sword and plunged into a fierce battle with the robbers. His martial skills were formidable, and in just a few moves, he scattered them like fallen blossoms on running