But she looked at Brando, thinking she couldn't take this stinky man on the road, right? Just this one look, and Andesa was stunned—it's this guy?
"Called Brando, right? Tsk tsk, how did you end up in such a state?" After her surprise, Andesa immediately mocked, "Let me guess, was it those Cruz people who did this?"
Qian turned her head, looking at this woman in shock.
"Don't be surprised, nothing can be hidden from me." Andesa smiled mysteriously. Brando had a few wounds on his body, still exuding a strong, repulsive aura from them—no need to say, those must be wounds caused by the Holy Magic of the Flame Temple.
Qian remained silent.
Andesa tilted her head, looking at the young girl, suddenly having an idea: "Is he your lord?"
Qian didn't respond.
"No matter, seeing your lord like this, he won't live much longer," Andesa patted her own cheek and smiled, "Magic is leaking from his body, and for us strong ones, this is no different from the erosion of life."
