The entire hall was filled with fear.
Everyone was silent as if in the presence of a deadly threat; this person was ruthless, killing without even blinking.
The crucial thing was, the one killed was the son of the Wind King.
The whole Fengwang City belonged to the Wind King, killing his son was akin to causing a catastrophe.
Yun Mengyao, however, remained composed, approached Xiaolan, took out a small white porcelain bottle, and carefully applied medicine to her. Then she handed the white porcelain bottle to her, "Take this, apply once a day, it will ensure no scars remain on your face."
Xiaolan stood up, knelt in front of Yun Mengyao, tears streaming down, repetitively kowtowing, unable to utter a single word.
Qin Yi sighed slightly, perhaps no one had ever been so kind to her, she could only express gratitude to Yun Mengyao for saving her life in this way.
If Yun Mengyao hadn't acted today, a young girl like Xiaolan with a disfigured face could not survive in this brothel.
