How could mere three Miao Tribe soldiers be a match for Fang Zheng? With a sweep of flames, the three Miao soldiers were burned away. Faced with this sudden change, Little Zhao Ling'er stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what had happened for a moment.
"Are you alright?"
Fang Zheng hurried over to the elderly woman, checked her carefully, and found a few wounds on her shoulder. Of course, this was no problem for Fang Zheng. He extended his hand and gently stroked her shoulder. Soon, with the power of time's retrospection, her wounds healed immediately. Seeing this, Little Zhao Ling'er's eyes widened in surprise, and the elderly woman's expression tightened as she hastily stood up to give thanks.
"Thank you for saving my life."
"No need to thank me… It's the least I could do."
