With Su Luo and others joining the battlefield, the pressure on the young man immediately lessened, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Lifting his eyes, he saw Uncle Qian stabbed in the thigh, his form faltering.
"Uncle Qian." Watching Uncle Qian engaged in battle being entangled by Wufu, the young man hurried over and dragged him to a safe area.
"Young master." Uncle Qian tore off a piece of his clothing, bound the wound, and smiled, "This servant is alright."
The young man's eyes reddened. He looked at the bodies of his two personal guards not far away, turned his gaze away, and his lips pressed into a straight, rigid line.
As the fight was coming to an end, Uncle Qian saw Wufu about to finish off one of the dead soldiers and hurriedly shouted, "Miss, leave a survivor."
Wufu's hand paused. Before she could dislocate the man's jaw, a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, causing her great shock, "It wasn't my doing, okay!"
