The woman in orange believed that no one in Yangzhou City could threaten her.
After all, Uncle Leng was an Innate Martial Artist, yet in a single moment of carelessness, that young man had already stormed into her carriage.
Uncle Leng's brow knitted tightly as he asked again, "Even if we were careless, and even if his sword was threatening you, Miss, still..."
"I would have died!"
The woman in orange cut him off in a low voice, "I don't know why. That young man was clearly only at the Postnatal First Layer, but I just had this feeling that if I dared to make the slightest move, my life would be in danger."
"His sword would have pierced my skull faster than I could have countered."
This was why the woman in orange had complied with Lu Chao's demands; it wasn't that she was deliberately trying to help him at all.
They weren't related, nor were they friends. They were complete strangers. Why would she possibly help him?
Hearing this, Uncle Leng was left speechless.
