C385 Master Chenqi

Feixue was startled, a chill running through her as she sobbed quietly without saying a word.

"Let her go," Xuanniang demanded, unable to watch little Feixue struggle in the grip of two men. She stood up abruptly, holding Nangong Han's sword, and pointed it at one of them.

"She's really here," one of the men exclaimed, quickly tossing Feixue aside. Ignoring the pain from the fall