"Who wounded my young master?" the lead man in white robes asked, his brow furrowed.
Two of his men were already supporting Xiling Shang, one on each side, feeding him a pill to treat his injuries.
Meanwhile, Dong Yanshu's female guards, Beiming Zhi's two guards, and Nan Fengjin's guard were all highly tense, staying close to their respective masters and mistresses, ready to protect them at any moment.
Chapter 1817