Many people's gazes had gathered on Mi Yao, which had shifted from initial goodwill to current suspicion and malice.
Mi Yao's hands and feet were ice cold, and she felt as though she had plunged into a deep abyss. She had no idea how her blood could have harmed the red spider lily—her intention had been pure!
She looked up at these people—all their gazes were filled with suspicion, anger, sadness, and even despair…
Without the red spider lily, there seemed to be no hope left for these people.
Huai Fu Yueming's handsome features were covered in a frosty layer; he stepped forward and shielded Mi Yao behind him, preventing these people from seeing her.
Fanno pursed his thin lips, his typically gentle eyes now fiercely sharp, as he slowly looked around at the gathered people.
Protected powerfully by these two men, the crowd no longer dared to look at Mi Yao, and they all lowered their heads.
"Young Master, what should we do now?" someone asked.
