She had no intention of joining this Jianghu vendetta; it was merely curiosity that led her to glance a few more times and inadvertently get dragged in.
She had no idea who these people were in front of her, nor did she want to know, and she certainly didn't want to get too involved with them.
"Miss, please stay!"
The voice was not from the young man, but from the youth being supported by him.
Shen Qinglan paused but showed no intention of turning back.
"Miss, you've offended the Heavenly Killer Sect; I'm afraid they won't let you off easily."
The youth's voice remained as gentle as ever, yet it carried an indifference that was hard to ignore.
"So?"
This time, Shen Qinglan finally turned back.
The pallid face of the young man held a light smile, "Nothing really, just a kind reminder for saving our lives."
Shen Qinglan resisted the urge to roll her eyes and continued to turn away.
Song Ting watched the direction in which she left, a hint of contemplation crossing his face.
