Mu Hanyan didn't have time to think much, nor could he stop his momentum; he just instinctively let go of the sword hilt and his clenched fist still smashed out with force.
"Ah..." In the midst of a muffled groan, a ghost-like shadow was sent flying heavily, colliding with the rocks a dozen meters away with a thud.
"Ye Yanran!" Mu Hanyan heard that muffled groan and instantly realized that it wasn't some powerful Exotic Beast lurking in the dark, but that unlucky female thief.
He quickly stepped forward and saw that there was a crack about a foot wide in the rock, where the poor female thief lay curled up, perfectly wedged in the crack, her neck veins bulging, gasping for air.
"Why is it you again? How did you sneak in here?" Mu Hanyan had worried and feared for so long in vain; seeing the female thief's pathetic state, he couldn't help but laugh and cry as he pulled her out.
