"I'll... I'll get off the carriage, let Master Fengxi go."
Shi Fei's tears blurred her eyes.
She was inherently kind-hearted, and seeing this situation today, she knew she was doomed.
If her death could save Master Fengxi, she would be willing.
She reached out to lift the curtain of the carriage.
"Amitabha, Shi Fei, still your heart, still your body."
At the other end of the road, although Fengxi did not turn his head, it seemed he had eyes on his back.
Shi Fei had just raised her hand when he shouted sternly.
Shi Fei's spirit shook, her confused soul suddenly enlightened, as if struck by realization.
"Master... I"
Shi Fei looked at her foot, already out of the carriage.
She flushed with embarrassment and hurriedly pulled back.
"Little monk, you're asking for death!"
The shadow, seeing he almost tricked Shi Fei to get off the carriage but was stopped by Fengxi, became furiously enraged.
