"Huff!"
The fierce wind generated by the high-speed movement made Xia Nan's black bangs sway violently.
A shadow flickered in his vision, and Wood, holding two daggers, had already approached.
"Young master, are you alright?"
His anxious and concerned gaze thoroughly scanned the half-elf's body up and down several times.
Seeing that there were no external injuries, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
In reality, it was Wood's concern that caused his panic. With no obstacles blocking his view, he had seen everything that had happened on his way over.
He knew that the rusted monster had not even touched Hai'an before its head was sliced off.
Yet, the urgency caused by his failure to fulfill his duty, combined with the fear of what could have happened, made him unable to stop feeling guilty.
"Thank goodness, thank goodness."
Wood thought with relief.
