Not until Wang Anfeng walked away did Xiao Runlin lower his hands and force himself to stand up. Due to an inner injury, his complexion was deathly pale, rendering his blood-soaked clothes even redder, with brows like knife edges, exuding a faint murderous aura, making others feel uneasy.
After the nearby disciple got up, he was intimidated by Xiao Runlin's cold demeanor and didn't dare approach. Xiao Runlin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked in the direction he should have gone, fell silent, then turned around, pulling the reins of a rising steed, rasping:
"Get him out here, we're leaving."
"Yes."
The woman who had just battled with the martial artist from the Heavenly Dragon Institute responded and entered the teahouse. Many faces within the teahouse were somewhat frightened and hurriedly backed away. The disciple, with a somber expression, walked to a table inside the teahouse, picked up her unconscious senior brother, and tucked him under her arm.
