"Are you alright?" Luo Yao approached the disheveled young man, speaking indifferently.
"Thank... Thank you, Senior, for saving my life!" The disheveled young man looked at Luo Yao, his face also showing a trace of wild joy.
He had never expected that, at this critical moment, someone would save his life.
And the person before him who had saved his life was clearly not a match for that privileged young master.
At least, when that privileged young master had released his murderous intent, he had already sensed it.
But he had no intention of backing down.
"May I ask who you are, Senior? For today's grace! I shall repay you like a spring which never runs dry!" The disheveled young man looked at Luo Yao seriously.
Clearly, he was a person who remembered and reciprocated kindness.
"Mm." Luo Yao nodded slightly.
Just then, the privileged young master barely managed to get up from the ground.
