Yun Kuo was shocked, "How could she be so seriously injured?"
Muttering to himself, Yun Kuo quickly fed Li Yanyan an elixir, tended to her wounds, and pulled a clean dress out of his magical sleeve to help her change. Only then did he gently carry her down from the mountain.
He hadn't walked far before he found himself surrounded by Nanjiang soldiers.
"Who are you?
Is that baby in your arms the little Lucky Star of Great Han?
Let me tell you, hand her over immediately if you know what's good for you, or we'll kill you too!"
Yun Kuo's cultivation was not low, and after aiding in dispersing the witch power from the assimilated people of Wangwu Mountain, his cultivation unknowingly broke through another level.
At this moment, he was imposing and expressionless.
"Even such a small child, you dare to harm, you truly deserve death!"
Seeing Li Yanyan, Yun Kuo couldn't help but think of Xiaosuisui. If his precious niece were slashed like this, how heartbroken would he be?
