Shock jolted through Qiao Mu's heart, but she immediately turned around, swiftly dug out some ointment, and messily smeared it across Qiao Hu's chest. The hemostatic ointment was extremely effective, and the wound stopped bleeding as soon as she smeared it on, stabilizing Qiao Mu's heart.
Qiao Mu had just leaned Qiao Hu against a wall in the courtyard when the savage-looking face of a granny suddenly popped up in her line of sight. The granny's hand, which was dried up like a branch, reached for her neck as well.
Qiao Mu arched back to evade, causing a trace of confusion to flash through the granny's eyes. Her grabbing motion paused, and she sized up Qiao Mu, a chilly smile turning up on her face. "Little girl is actually a mystic cultivator. Although your cultivation isn't high, it is quite laudable for your age."
