How could Fan Wubing possibly forget her.
Gu Lan.
The taste of first love he experienced here, buried deep in his heart, untouched for a long time, now sprouted like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
Gu Lan squatted in front of the big guy, stabilizing his injuries with her energy, and conveniently captured his fleeing soul, stuffing it back into his Purple Mansion.
It took only a breath or two to complete the healing.
The big guy regained consciousness, abruptly stood up, and roared angrily, "Which bastard snuck on me!"
Though not the brightest, this man's cultivation was indeed remarkable, at the Peak of Divinity Splitting, one of the top in this street.
Everyone hurriedly scattered, not daring to meet his gaze.
After cursing for a while, he looked towards the woman who saved him, his eyes widening and breath heavy, rubbing his hands with a sly smile,
"Thank you, young lady. I am Chai Zhi."
Gu Lan nodded, planning to leave.
