"Hmm??"
Miao Sijia was momentarily stunned, but once she realized what had happened, overwhelming joy at having survived washed over her.
She jerked her head up, only to see the phantom of a giant hand flash and disappear amidst the sea of thunder.
"Which senior has come to our aid? Miao Sijia, on behalf of the Purple Mountain Association, sincerely thanks you for saving my life!"
"This grace and kindness will never be forgotten!"
Miao Sijia bore her injuries with difficulty, bowing deeply toward the core of the raging thunderstorm, her voice trembling with emotion.
She knew that such a master might not care about her gratitude, but protocol had to be observed, and her intentions must be shown.
Xu Ping, hidden in the shadows, shook his head slightly; saving people was merely a small act for him, but his mind was entirely focused on the Thunder Spirit.
He was just about to turn around to continue searching deeper into the storm.
Swish——!
