The moment her body fell, Feng Bailing grabbed the well's rim with one hand, while the other executed a Grappling Hands move to latch onto the wrist of the person.
The person did not expect that, under such circumstances, Feng Bailing could still manage to overpower him.
Feng Bailing quickly concentrated her Pure Yang Qi into her fist and struck a heavy blow to the vital point of the opponent's chest. The person only grunted and then plummeted straight down.
Feng Bailing, hanging onto the edge of the well with one hand, had difficulties exerting force; calling out at this time might not be heard by the villagers and would only waste her strength, which left her in a bind.
Then, a hand reached down, its fingers long and fair.
"Miss, are you alright?"
That hand was large and strong; with a forceful pull, Feng Bailing was dragged up out of the well.
Standing beside the well was a figure, a man who was thin and tall, his red clothes fluttering in the night breeze.
