"Mr. Qin...."
Murong Qingcheng's eyes suddenly reddened. Even though her cultivation wasn't high, she could sense that Helian Wudi was a very dangerous man.
She had only met Qin Yu by chance, yet he had taken a palm strike from Helian Wudi for her sake.
"Qin Yu....."
Pei Luoyan bit her lower lip, also moved.
Having been an assassin for more than ten years, she had seen much of the coldness and darkness in human nature. Qin Yu's action was like a fireball, making her eyes burn and ache.
"Hehe, it's nothing. Helian Mister wants face, so I must give it!"
Qin Yu said with a faint smile.
Of course, he also had his own calculations. Whether for Murong Qingcheng or not, he had to take that palm strike. Only by doing so could he dispel Helian Wudi's suspicion.
Otherwise, Helian Wudi would always suspect that Li Jiutian's legacy was with him and sooner or later, would stab him in the back.