"Stop." But someone still emerged from the crowd and rushed forward, grabbing the whip from the sect member, "If you hit him again, he'll die."
"What business is it of yours?" The sect member lifted his foot and kicked the man over, casually giving him a lash with the whip as well.
Yun Lan suddenly widened his eyes, "Weng Xin."
Zhang Tiankuo glanced at Yun Lan with surprise. Although his voice was small, Zhang heard it because they were close. Could this person be Weng Xin, the Hidden Guard beside the eighth prince?
Yun Lan noticed Zhang Tiankuo's gaze, then looked over and gave a slight nod.
Zhang Tiankuo couldn't help but curl his lips. It was good that he was here. He then stepped forward to stop the person about to hit Weng Xin, "Brother, calm down, it's not worth getting serious with these wretches. A bit of a lesson is enough; it wouldn't be good to explain if you beat him to death."
