As the man in cyan played his flute, the monsters retreated one by one. The previously clamorous and chaotic battlefield instantly grew quiet, leaving only the heavy breathing of the crowd echoing in the air. Their tense nerves finally relaxed for a moment, but exhaustion and vigilance remained written on every face.
Zhang Zhi looked at the man in cyan, his eyes filled with caution and doubt. His clothes were in tatters, and his wounds were still aching faintly, yet his gaze was firm and sharp. "Many thanks for your assistance, Your Excellency. May I ask your honored name, and what brings you here?" Although his voice was weak, it carried an unquestionable resolve.
The man in cyan stopped playing and smiled faintly. His smile was like a spring breeze, carrying a reassuring strength. "My name is Young Master Qingfeng. Passing through this place and seeing you all in dire straits, I simply could not bear to stand by, so I offered my help." His voice was clear and gentle, as if it could dispel the gloom in everyone's hearts.
Chapter 45