In front of the inn, dozens of corpses lay scattered.
Wen Caishang's beautiful eyes were warm and gentle, hiding joy mixed with consolation. Just now, she had been surrounded and attacked. She could have easily broken the formation, but suddenly thought: "Li Xian is sharp and aware, he will quickly notice something unusual here. Now that I'm seriously injured, there's much inconvenience—my body feels light and weak. I need him to take care of me along the way. If he is disloyal and harbors ulterior motives, it would be a huge trouble."
So she pretended to be unable to withstand and tested Li Xian's reaction. Sure enough, she saw Li Xian coming to her aid. While entangled with Xi Dajian, Wen Caishang felt secretly delighted, quite moved, and even a bit sweet, then she broke the formation by striking out, severing Xi Dajian with her sword.
When the dust settled, Li Xian asked, "Madam, are you healed?"
