Hearing Zhang Qi say this, the three men's expressions instantly turned furious, their eyes bloodthirsty. "Fine, fine, fine. Since you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit, don't blame us for showing no mercy. The eldest young master originally told us to give you a quick death on account of your surname being Zhang. Since you don't know what's good for you, don't blame us brothers."
This man's surname was Zhang.
Xue Fuyao hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to intervene.
She raised her hand and sent out three streaks of sword light. The three men who had been shouting threats just moments earlier became three still-warm corpses.
After watching the three men fall and stop breathing, Zhang Qi looked around in terror.
At that moment, he was like a wounded little beast, liable to react to the slightest rustle of wind through the grass.
Then Xue Fuyao appeared, standing atop the wall and looking down at Zhang Qi.
"Were you the one who saved me?" Zhang Qi asked.
"Is there anyone here besides you and me?" Xue Fuyao asked.
Hearing this, Zhang Qi knew he had asked a pointless question, but he still said, "Thank you for saving my life. I, Zhang Qi, will surely repay you someday."
Hearing him say this, Xue Fuyao waved her hand. "Spare me all that. The world is so vast, there's no telling whether we'll ever meet again. Rather than having you repay me, I'd like to know why you were being hunted. From what those three said, it seems the people hunting you are your relatives."
At her words, Zhang Qi lowered his head, hiding most of his features and making it impossible to see his expression.
"You don't want to say?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang Qi