She was usually timid, but at this moment she understood the urgency of the situation. If she didn't do something, the next unlucky person after Qing Ji dealt with Ning Xiaoxian would be herself.
Ning Xiaoxian merely closed her eyes, unable to bear watching her. Sure enough, before the blade could pierce into the clothes on Qing Ji's back, his sleeve swung backward, and a burst of power surged out, hurling the frail body of the woman behind him heavily against the wall of the carriage. Without turning his head, he said to Ning Xiaoxian: "I couldn't tell, your friend is really good to you. It's a pity she's just a mortal." Facing Ning Xiaoxian, he was not careless, his Divine Thought was fully present, how could he be deceived by Hulian Minmin? Especially since, although she lightened her steps, to a cultivator's ears, a mortal walking was as loud as drumbeats.
