Qiu San’s words were like stones dropping into a pond, stirring up the field of scattered... no, the bloodied n lying strewn across the ground.
They instinctively opened their eyes and turned to look towards Bai Junjun, murmuring sothing under their breath.
Bai Junjun did not hesitate; she imdiately pulled out the Water of Flora to treat their injuries. As she poured the Water of Flora for the wounded n, the bright lights of the prison attracted several Jin soldiers.
Li Wenli, outside, struck with his blade, killing them cleanly.
One was saving lives, while the other was taking them — a seamless coordination.
After the ti it takes to brew a cup of tea inside the cell, under the healing effects of the Water of Flora, the seriously injured n gradually began to recover. Among them, an elderly man, white-haired and frail, couldn’t stop his tears from flowing.
"Miss Junjun..." The savior who had appeared a million tis in his dreams had truly arrived. Old Uncle Qiu could not find words to express the emotions within his heart at this mont.
"It’s alright now; let’s talk after we get out." Bai Junjun comforted the group. Qiu Da grabbed onto Bai Junjun’s sleeve.
"Miss Junjun, Xiao Shan, he... he is still..."
"Don’t worry. Xiao Shan has been under the care of the County Magistrate. You’ll et him soon."
With Bai Junjun’s reassurance, the Qiu family finally let go of their long-held anxiety.
This whole ti, they had refused to fall simply in the hope that one day they could escape, unwilling to let Xiao Shan beco an orphan. But as ti passed, their bodies grew weaker and weaker. Though the Qiu family did not voice it, an unspoken worry grew in their hearts — fearing that they might never see Xiao Shan again in this lifeti.
They were unwilling to give up, yet helpless to change anything.
When they were on the brink of despair, Bai Junjun once again appeared, like a miraculous Celestial God.
Even as they escaped the prison, the group could hardly believe it. Along the escape route, they saw the nurous Jin soldiers cut down by Li Wenli — deadly warriors who could face a hundred n single-handedly now lay lifeless like slaughtered cattle, their souls already departed.
Seeing this, the crowd was both relieved and terrified — relieved that the path ahead seed safe, and terrified of Li Wenli’s terrifying prowess.
Especially those forr mbers of Black Spider, who had once surrendered. They suddenly felt that their decision to bow to circumstance back then was exceedingly wise. Otherwise, the grass atop their graves would now be three feet tall.
The Jin soldiers stationed here numbered only over a hundred to begin with. By now, Li Wenli had wiped out more than half in the prison, leaving fewer than fifty guarding the Yan and city gates.
Bai Junjun and Li Wenli did not bother hiding their actions. They directly led the thirty-so disheveled "Blood n" to the back gate of the Yan, where the County Magistrate and his steward had already tidied up and were waiting for news.
Soon, sounds of muffled falls ca from outside, and the back gate burst open with a resounding bang.
Bai Junjun and Li Wenli appeared before them.
"?" The County Magistrate glanced at the two in surprise.
After all, just monts ago, they were sneaking in by climbing over the walls, yet now they were blatantly barging in, knocking over the guards at the back gate.
Weren’t they afraid of alarming the Jin soldiers stationed at the front?
As the group mulled it over, Xiao Shan suddenly recognized his father and grandfather behind Bai Junjun and Li Wenli. Overco with emotion, he dashed forward.
"Father! Grandpa!"
"Xiao Shan!"
Qiu Da, seeing his long-missed son, squatted down with tears streaming and enveloped Xiao Shan in his arms.
The Qiu family was finally reunited, so overwheld with emotion that they wished they could cry for three days and nights right there.
And their reunion brought tears to the eyes of the thirty-so n as well.
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