"Ah Feng, you guys... what the heck!"
Before An Zhiyan could finish his sentence, his gaze followed An Zhifeng's line of sight and he exclaimed in shock!
On the ground where An Yiqing had just battled with four fierce wolves, blood was everywhere. Not one of the wolves was left whole, their intestines spilling out in a messy sprawl.
The heavy rain had obscured their attention before, but now that it had stopped, they saw clearly and were stunned.
All eyes turned unanimously to An Yiqing, who was being supported by An Zhihang. Her little face was somewhat pale, covered in blood and mud; it was unclear whether the blood was hers or that of the wolves.
"Miss..."
Everyone stammered out the word, their looks towards An Yiqing complex, filled with admiration, respect, excitement, and scrutiny.
Yes, scrutiny.
For the first time, they pondered what kind of monster their young miss was, to be able to fend off four fierce wolves with just a military saber and to... eviscerate them...
