He has yet to touch the man, but a fierce gust of wind had instantly come from behind him. Fortunately, his reaction was fast, otherwise, it would not be guaranteed that he could keep his hand.

Chang Geng: "Do not touch him!"

Di Song: "..."

In this group of people, one couldn't hear, one couldn't speak, there was a pair of children, and the only person who could speak on their behalf, the scabbard of the weapon in his hand had not even been picked up yet.

The atmosphere was deadlocked for a moment.

At this time, Gu Yun finally opened his mouth: "Why are we still standing here? Don't miss the time of departure."

The frightening clash just now, it seemed he could not feel any of it.

Di Song quickly tried to ease the situation: "Exactly, we are all family here..."

Without waiting for him to finish, Gu Yun had already reached one hand out. Chang Geng paused for a bit then used the tip of the sword to pick up the scabbard on the ground, sliding the blade into the sheath. He then stepped over to take Gu Yun's hand and helped lead him inside.

Liao Ran had to take care of the rest. He smiled pleasantly towards the crowd of frightened Dong Ying people. No one knew where he had taken out an old wooden bead. The exterior of the beads was covered with a layer of dark red paint, mimicking the look of sandalwood. After using it for a long time, the paint had come off, making the beads bear the color of mottled lobular rosewood.

The monk, with his clothing in a similar worn-out state as his beads, silently recited the scriptures, praying for the crowd of people, while urging Ge Pang Xiao and Cao Niangzi to run along.

This time, the Dong Ying people were watching their backs as if they were enemies. No one came up to greet them anymore.

Chang Geng led Gu Yun towards the quarters that had been specially prepared for the fragrant master. His nerves tensed up all the way. Upon arrival, he carefully swept his glance outside once, and then locked the door: "Yi..."

Gu Yun turned back, putting a finger on his lips.

With Gu Yun's current condition, unless someone screamed in his ears, he would not hear a single word.

But judging by the rush of air around him when Chang Geng quickly turned around after closing the door, he assumed that the child might want to talk to him; hence he had taken the initiative to stop him beforehand.

The special medicine Gu Yun had been using was prescribed to him when he was ten years old by a highly skilled doctor among the common folk, who was invited to treat him by an underling of the old marquis. Before that, he was forced to endure the inconvenience of his nonfunctional eyes and ears.