Han Shenwu's cold voice echoed across the platform as he turned, robes fluttering with authority he believed he possessed.
Several disciples moved aside, already forming a path.
But before Bai Zihan moved, a hand reached out.
It stopped Bai Zihan.
"Wait!"
The voice was familiar.
Bai Xueqing!
At her side, Chu Ziyan followed, surprised and a little embarrassed as she recalled how Bai Zihan had treated her previously.
Han Shenwu paused mid-step and glanced back, irritation flashing across his face.
"Bai Xueqing?" he frowned. "What is this? Are you planning to interfere too?"
Bai Xueqing ignored him completely.
She stepped closer to Bai Zihan and leaned in slightly, lowering her voice so only he could hear.
"What are you doing here?"
She whispered.
Her tone wasn't reproachful.
She knew that Bai Zihan wasn't cripple, and with his strength, he should be able to take care of Elder Han.
