Chu Lan struggled to prop himself up, his chaotic eyes sweeping over the simple young woman before him.
There was not the slightest trace of cultivation fluctuations about her; she was clearly an ordinary mortal. Being saved by such a person was Chu Lan's good fortune, yet it was equally the other's misfortune.
"Thank you for saving me, miss," Chu Lan said in a hoarse voice. The divine power within his body was in utter turmoil, making even the simplest movement of sitting up exceedingly difficult.
Chapter 138