THUD!
The three girls beside the carriage couldn't help but shut their eyes, offering a silent prayer for Ling Wu. 'Poor man,' they thought, 'I hope you don't land too hard.'
The soldiers behind Ling Wu, on the other hand, were mostly praying. 'Boss, go easy on him! If you hurt this young master, we're the ones who'll be in for it!'
Uncle Fu's expression was as tranquil as a still well, but his eyes held a faint hint of a smile.
Just as his refined steel sword was about to touch Ling Xiao's body, Ling Wu subconsciously pulled back half his strength. After all, this boy wasn't an enemy; he was the younger brother of the man he respected most! Even if this young man was as bad as they said, Ling Wu still had to protect him all the way to his fiefdom and remain there for a long time. In his heart, Ling Wu still yearned for the North, a place so cold that piss would freeze in midair!
