"Wanwan!"
Liu Niang cried out, hurried forward, and reached out to catch the collapsing girl securely in her arms.
Pei Junyao rubbed his nose awkwardly.
He considered himself someone who had weathered plenty of storms in his life, but he had never imagined he would one day become so formidable that a single encounter could make a girl faint with anger.
Looking at the unconscious Su Wanwan in Liu Niang's arms, Pei Junyao hesitated for a moment before stepping forward to lend a hand.
But his foot had barely moved half an inch when Su Wanwan, who had merely looked a little pale before, gave a faint flutter of her eyelashes,
and her breathing grew even weaker.
So weak that it seemed her life would flicker out at any moment. She was even more thoroughly "dead."
Pei Junyao: "..."
His foot froze in midair, stopping dead.
After a long moment, he silently withdrew it.
Fine.
Apparently, today wasn't a good day for him to get anywhere near this young lady.
Clutching the letter, Pei Junyao stood in the doorway, unable to advance or retreat, his face full of embarrassment and helplessness.
"My dear, is she..."
Holding Su Wanwan, Liu Niang looked up at him.
Pei Junyao instantly shut his mouth.
Understood.
Don't talk.
Yun Qing, who had been leaning against the doorframe enjoying the show, ambled over. Seeing Pei Junyao looking so aggrieved yet unable to voice it, he couldn't help chuckling.
"Master Pei, you frightened a Foundation Establishment cultivator into unconsciousness with a single encounter. Your cultivation truly is profound, unrivaled on West Street."
Pei Junyao: "..."
Please stop laughing at me, mighty one.
He was just about to retort when he turned his head and happened to meet Yun Qing's calm, smiling eyes.
The unusual appearance of those