Mu Hanmo's body still lay limp on the ground, not moving an inch.
However, He Qing wore a smirk of mockery, even at this moment she still refused to show this person a friendly face.
After all, the man wasn't someone she knew well, nor did he possess any remarkable character. She succumbed to temptation and kicked an iron board; helping him was a courtesy, while not helping was her right—no one could say anything about it. Originally, she thought the story was about "bravely fighting a Monster to save an older single man," only to find out in the end that the man knew full well his target was a Demon Spirit and still couldn't control his lower half, insisting on going ahead... This kind of self-inflicted trouble, if not for the sake of the school's reputation, she wouldn't have been willing to lift a finger!
"Hey, now that the main culprit is dealt with, are you still shaking? If not, hurry up and get up!"
