If anything happened, they would be able to retreat to Fang Manor, where they could hide in the center of the formation; even an assassin like Guillotine Seven wouldn't be able to touch them there.
And there was no time to waste.
Feng Wu turned to Qiuling. "Run a bath for me, please. I need to get changed."
"Miss, let me help you with that."
Qiuling burst into tears again when she saw Feng Wu's bloodstained clothes. She had to turn her face away, so that Feng Wu wouldn't see her tears.
Feng Wu was going to turn her down when Qiuling said hastily, "But, miss, the blood has already dried up and your clothes are stuck to your wounds. You could tear those cuts open again…
"Plus, you can't treat the wounds on your back…" Qiuling said in a pleading voice.
