"Master? Master?"
The old guard called several times before Jiang Hao came back to his senses. "All right! Traveling alone is pretty boring anyway. I'll count it as doing a good deed."
"Thank you! Thank you, Master!"
The old guard hurriedly bowed his thanks. Yang Wuyi had just told him how Jiang Hao had killed the three Transcendence Realm bandits. With Jiang Hao escorting them now, this journey was as good as secured.
Seeing Jiang Hao return, Yang Wuyi, who had been pacing anxiously beside the carriage, instantly broke into a happy smile.
She had changed her clothes and tidied her makeup. A splendid pale pink dress wrapped her figure beneath a white gauze outer robe, revealing her gracefully curved neck and clearly defined collarbones. The folds of her skirt flowed like snowy moonlight, spilling gently onto the ground and trailing more than three feet behind her, lending her steps even greater elegance and softness. Her flowing black hair was tied with a ribbon and adorned with a butterfly hairpin, a single lock falling over her chest. A light dusting of makeup merely enhanced her beauty, while the faint blush on her cheeks gave her flawless skin the exquisite delicacy of flower petals. She seemed like a butterfly fluttering in the wind, or clear, ethereal ice and snow...
Jiang Hao stared at Yang Wuyi like this for several seconds, until she shyly parted her rosy lips. "Sorry for the trouble, sir. I hadn't wanted to bother you any further, but this place is dangerous. With only Elder Yang and the others, we would surely face ten deaths without a chance of survival."
Jiang Hao replied calmly, "When you take someone's money, you resolve their troubles. No need to be so polite, madam. Besides, it's on my way. Where are you