"Are... are you okay?"
As Nu'er Hong and the old man from the Haishou Sect walked into the distance, Fourth Miss Zhou and Little Hongtang, who remained at the scene, were on high alert. Flames flickered and rose all around, painting a desolate picture.
She stood there in a daze for a while, then clenched her fists, glanced in the direction Nu'er Hong had gone, and quickly approached Hu Ma, supporting him. "Those people, why did they try to assassinate you?"
Hu Ma was experiencing excruciating pain in the center of his forehead, as if a nail were being driven into his head. He reached up to touch it, but there wasn't even a scratch.
Looking at the wildfire spreading across the ground, a sense of loss crept over him.
He was unwilling to elaborate, so he just sighed softly, waved his hand, and said, "It's nothing."
