C326 The Young Man Lying in a Pool of Blood

"Oh..." Shirann nodded, realizing that Mufeng had saved her life once again. "Thank you."

As she looked at the emblem of the Black Feather Hand—a jagged feather design—she couldn't shake the feeling that she'd seen it somewhere before. Shirann furrowed her brow, lost in thought.

"You're welcome. What's up, Ms. Xia?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Shirann snapped back to reality, smiled at Mufeng