"Whew... I'm saved."
The pockmarked woman let out a long sigh of relief and looked at Chu Kuangren with gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you for saving me, fellow Daoist."
She had seen it clearly just now: the Blade King and several others had all been capable of intervening.
But only Chu Kuangren had saved her.
"It's nothing. Just a small effort."
Chu Kuangren spoke indifferently. Saving the pockmarked woman had merely been a casual act, like tossing a bone or two to some pitiful cats or dogs he saw on the road, acting entirely according to his heart.
"It may have been a small effort to you, fellow Daoist, but you saved my life. I'll remember this kindness," the pockmarked woman said solemnly.
Chu Kuangren glanced at her.
The woman was tall, with long, shapely legs and delicate features. Without that face full of pockmarks, she would have been quite a beauty.
"As you wish."
Chu Kuangren spoke indifferently.
He had acted on a whim and expected no repayment.
"Mm."
The pockmarked woman stood to one side without speaking further. Suddenly, she noticed several people nearby besieged by resentful spirits and in danger. She hesitated for a moment, but still joined the battle to help them.
"She is kindhearted. People like that are rare in this cultivation world where the strong devour the weak," the Sword Crown said with a chuckle beside him.
No one had helped the pockmarked woman earlier, yet rather than resenting the world for it, she had turned around after escaping danger to help other imperiled cultivators. Such an innocent heart was indeed rare.
"Do you know why they're rare?"
"Because they die young."
The Sword Crown gave a mocking chuckle.
It was unclear whether he was laughing at people or this cultivation world.
Chu