"Ah!"
Zhang Wu's groping hand came without warning, but Miss Xu was no ordinary person either. The moment she heard She Chong shout, she reacted swiftly, circulating her Soul Power to blast Zhang Wu away. Yet the force also shoved her body off balance. After a startled cry, she staggered toward Ling Bai, about to knock over his fragile table and dinner.
At that critical moment, Miss Xu felt a gentle yet powerful palm press against her back, allowing her to keep her balance and avoid falling.
"Thank you, young master."
Once she had steadied herself, Miss Xu turned and gave Ling Bai an elegant, gracious courtly salute. She raised her head, intending to see the face of the person who had saved her, only to discover that he was a remarkably young man of eighteen or nineteen, with an unusually seductive appearance.
Ling Bai withdrew his hand and smiled faintly. "It was nothing. May I have the honor of learning your name, miss?"
He was somewhat curious whether Miss Xu belonged to the imperial family of one of Douluo Continent's original three great empires. Her surname was Xu—could she be from the Star Luo Empire?
"I..."
Miss Xu pressed her rosy thin lips together. Just as she was about to speak, her guard She Chong rushed over, dropped to one knee, and apologized.
"Your Highness, this subordinate failed in his duty! Were you injured?"
"I'm fine."
Miss Xu reached out to help She Chong up. Her beautiful eyes, devoid of even a trace of warmth, swept toward Zhang Wu at the neighboring table, who still wore an arrogant expression. She said coldly, "Uncle She, leave it to you."
"This subordinate obeys!"
She Chong rose at once, his resolute face filled with towering rage. He wished he could skin Zhang