On the Divine Martial Platform, Shen Haoran paid no mind to the crowd's astonishment. He turned to Luo Xiaowen and smiled, as if to say, 'See, Sister Xiaowen? I didn't lie to you. I said I wouldn't let him make a move, and he couldn't!'
Seeing Shen Haoran seemingly showing off to her, Luo Xiaowen shot him a glare and turned her head away. Even though he had won the life-and-death battle, she had been worried sick about him. She wasn't about to let him off the hook that easily.
Seeing Luo Xiaowen pretending to be angry, Shen Haoran gave an awkward smile, then turned and walked over to Hua Zhiming. The man's breathing was faint, his life hanging by a thread. Shen Haoran took a Healing Medicine from his Storage Ring and stuffed it into Hua Zhiming's mouth. 'I still need information from him. It's not time for him to die yet.'
