At those words, the tension on the Soul Saint's face abruptly eased, and a faint smile of understanding actually spread across it.
After all, the Beast Arena existed to make money. With someone willing to pay for this woman, they would naturally earn more than they would by watching her die beneath a beast's claws.
Su Yu said nothing more and led the woman straight back to the private room.
Seeing them return, Ning Rongrong and the others immediately gathered around, tilting their little faces up to ask:
"Husband-Brother, are we going to save this big sister?"
Su Yu smiled and rubbed the top of Ning Rongrong's head, saying gently:
"Yes, Rongrong guessed right. This big sister's martial soul is quite formidable."
The woman stood to one side, still carrying a little dust on her body, but the tension from earlier had already left her eyes.
She merely looked somewhat awkwardly at the brightly dressed, lively girls before her.
Then she quietly raised her eyes to glance at Su Yu again.
This man who had pulled her back from the brink of death had an air about him that inexplicably put people at ease.
Zhu Zhuqing stepped forward, offered her a clean handkerchief, and said softly:
"Wipe yourself off first. You're safe here."
The woman accepted the handkerchief, her fingertips trembling slightly, and murmured her thanks in a voice that sounded somewhat hoarse.
Ning Rongrong took her hand and led her to the table, then poured her a cup of warm water.
"Don't be afraid, big sister. Husband-Brother is incredibly powerful. With him here, no one can bully you again."
Su Yu looked at the woman and asked calmly, "I haven't asked your name yet. What is it?"
Holding the cup of water, the woman tightened her fingertips around it