Qin Zhuzhu saw Shentu Jing fighting with someone in the middle of the night. She didn't bother to help or step in, thinking it'll be better to watch the fight from afar. After all, Shentu Jing was a strong fighter.
A dark shadow leaped out of the night, strangling Shentu Jing from behind. The mask fell off in the struggle to break free, Shentu Jing managed to twist his way out of the man's grip and rain blows onto him.
Seeing him fighting so hard, Qin Zhuzhu felt a little guilty in her heart for not helping him.
Shentu Jing fought many rounds with the assailant. Suddenly the assailant reached out to hurl a dart at Qin Zhuzhu who was standing behind. Shentu Jing quickly used his body to block the dart, piercing his shoulder.
"Argh!" A groan left his lips, Qin Zhuzhu's eyes widened.
"Shentu Jing!" At that moment, she saw him hit the ground, something in her heart broke.
