Mu Yanyan badly wanted to ask: how had Marshal Nan come to leave a soul-fragment shadow on you? This was a kindness as vast as the heavens, and a bond of fate greater still!
But after thinking it over, she ultimately did not ask.
Having it was a good thing. So what if it was a bond of fate greater than the heavens? What was the point of digging to the roots?
If she angered Marshal Nan, never mind her-even the Kunlun Dao Sect could not bear the consequences...
"Master? We're all right? How?"
Zuo Xiaonian woke up just then. After barely half a second of bewilderment, she grasped the situation.
"Not only are we all right, we've gained a huge windfall."
Mu Yanyan gave a wry laugh. "This half-dead man is the one who attacked us just now. Come on, let's take him with us to the Nine Heavens Pavilion."
She had originally intended to let Zuo Xiaonian report in by herself, but under the present circumstances, Mu Yanyan grew increasingly uneasy.
What if someone ambushed her on the way?
This Witch Alliance expert was very powerful, and his standing could not be low either. If he still had accomplices, they had to be on their guard...
Besides, having Zuo Xiaonian deliver him would be a great merit to her credit! It meant she would have rendered a great service before she even joined!
This really was a meat pie falling from the sky.
Mu Yanyan was starting to envy her own disciple's luck. A great achievement had simply fallen out of the sky.
Master and disciple carried the black-clad, masked man's nearly shattered body. They even kindly treated his injuries to ensure he would not die just yet. Only then did they head into Upper Capital, treading softly