C199 Returning Flower Market

Meng Ruyan's eyes caught only a glint of a blade arcing through the air toward her.

Frozen, she stood rooted to the spot, unable to react.

As the blade's whistle neared, threatening to slice through her hair, a large hand shot out and seized the sword's edge.

Meng Ruyan's gaze fixed on the hand as blood steadily seeped from its grip on the blade.

"Zhixuan, you're hurt!" she cried out in alarm