An Yiqing made a call to the members of the Sanfeng Association in the shadows, asking them to clean up the battlefield. Then, she instructed the people from Xuanjin Hall to help An Zhifeng and others into the room.
Splash——a large basin of clear water poured onto the blood-stained road, washing away all sins. As the eastern sun gradually rose, everything at Xuanjin Hall resumed as usual, and business was open.
Inside the room, An Yiqing and her apprentice Ye Chenghong were busy treating the injuries of the Thirteen Blood Generals, while Yin Xilin and Tiezhu assisted on the side.
"The Poison Medicine Sect people are truly not to be underestimated, these guys are seriously injured." Ye Chenghong checked the wounds on An Zhifeng, sighed, and took out a Silver Needle to quickly stop the bleeding.
"So what? Didn't they still get beaten badly by Ah Feng and the others?" An Yiqing smiled with pride in her eyes, though her hands moved with unparalleled gentleness.
