The one who kicked open the door was a house servant dressed in blue clothes, his arrogant and domineering demeanor left Long Yan speechless. When had the Seven-Star Hall begun producing such overbearing disciples?
"Kid, where's the girl who just ran in?"
"So, she's here."
The blue-clothed servant had just spotted the girl in Long Yan's arms and stepped forward, trying to grab her clothes, but Long Yan quickly dodged the big hand reaching out towards them.
"Little beauty, it seems you are in quite a bit of trouble."
"Please, save me, young master."
The woman in his arms curled up into a ball, like a little quail, daring only to shrink within Long Yan's embrace, her murmuring voice indicating she was quite startled.
Long Yan's face turned serious, dropping any pretense of jest as he stared coldly at the house servant standing in the courtyard.
"Get lost before I lose my temper."