"Qingxue, are you alright?"
Hou Yuxiao looked down at Zhao Qingxue in his arms, noticing that her hands were still tightly guarding the red veil on her head to prevent it from falling, his heart instantly softened.
"I'm fine, that person's strength, so strong!"
Zhao Qingxue's voice carried some worry. With her strength as a Great Grandmaster of the heavenly tier and her status as the direct disciple of Moxuzi, she was certainly broad-minded and could naturally sense how powerful the palm strike aimed at her had been.
"Don't worry, I will definitely protect you!"
Hou Yuxiao whispered soothingly, his right hand still firmly holding her in his embrace. He waited for her emotions to calm down before turning his head to look at where the carriage had been.
