Placing Bai Qiao under the tree, Lan Ze slowly straightened up.
His face, with a hint of a smile, turned serious as he shook his head gently, "There's no time for sparring now. Once we return to the valley, I'll talk to Rah about lending you for a few days."
He spoke as if it were a common occurrence, yet Wen Shu found herself frowning deeply as she listened.
Even knowing the male in front of her was somewhat conscientious and merely speaking, she still felt disgusted as if she had swallowed a fly!
This group of flow bandits from Black Thorn Valley was rotten through and through!
A glint of fire appeared in her eyes, only to see the male opposite her clutching the dark whistle again.
With a more serious expression, Wen Shu darted forward without hesitation, aiming straight at Lan Ze's hand.
Afraid she wouldn't be able to stop him, she whispered urgently, "There are flow bandits here!"
