Seeing Han Yu throw away his dagger and raise both hands in surrender, Zhouyu finally breathed a sigh of relief. She hurriedly looked at Jifeng and said, "Senior sister, quick, get up!"
However, Jifeng did not move, her gaze numb and stagnant.
"Senior sister!"
"Senior sister!"
After Zhouyu called out several times, Jifeng finally responded. She picked up the dagger that had fallen from Han Yu's hand and suddenly rushed in front of Iga Zangfeng.
Clasping the dagger, she pointed it at him, her tone full of sorrow and anger, "Master, why didn't you save me just now? Why! Why!"
Seeing this, Zhouyu was frightened. She hurriedly looked at Jifeng and said, "Senior sister! What are you doing! Quickly, put down the weapon!"
"Kneel down and apologize to the master right away!"
Zhouyu and Jifeng were disciples of Iga Zangfeng, and she knew the master's temper very well.