Luo Dali was a man who valued his reputation. Being blamed by his family like this left him feeling rather wronged.
After hesitating for a moment, he transmitted his voice secretly: "Sister, don't accuse me wrongly. I actually brought help, but you need to keep this secret. This matter absolutely cannot get out. If we anger my benefactor, none of us will make it out of here alive."
Luo Dali's words were spoken with great caution, and when he mentioned the word "benefactor," his tone carried a note of deep reverence.
Even Luo Xiaofeng's expression shifted upon hearing this. A glimmer of light bloomed in her eyes, which had been full of reproach just moments ago. She then asked cautiously: "Brother, so you're saying you brought help? Then... where is this expert you mentioned?"
"Right over there." Luo Dali discreetly glanced toward Chu Feng and Chu Youyuan, who were lying on the ground not far away.
"That old man?" Luo Xiaofeng asked.
"No, the young fellow." Luo Dali replied.
"Brother, what kind of time is this for you to crack jokes?" Upon hearing this, the trace of hope that had appeared on Luo Xiaofeng's face was instantly replaced by anger.
In her view, experts generally had their pride. Unless forced by dire circumstances, why would they tolerate others beating on them?
But Chu Feng was not only young, he had been beaten until his face was swollen and bruised. That didn't look anything like a martial expert at all — he looked like an ignorant fool, a simpleton.
"Don't disbelieve me — I'm really not lying to you. But that benefactor said his identity and his cultivation level cannot be exposed. I don't know what he's planning, but I figure the benefactor must have his own reasons. That's why he deliberately took the beating, right?"
"Anyway, you need to keep this secret too. Absolutely do not let it slip." Luo Dali's face was grave as he spoke.
"Oh, give me a break. If I'd known, I never would have let you escape in the first place. Relying on you is going to get our whole family killed."
Luo Xiaofeng glared fiercely at Luo Dali, her pretty face flushed red with frustration. Then she glanced behind her at a man lying on the ground.
The man's body bore some scrapes, and he appeared to be unconscious at the moment.
But despite the abrasions on his face, they could not conceal his handsome features.
He was the textbook definition of a gorgeous man.
Looking at that man, Luo Xiaofeng's eyes finally softened with a rare touch of tenderness. She then said to Luo Dali: "It looks like I can only count on Brother Jialuo."
"Xiaofeng, I'm not saying this to be harsh, but what time is it? You're still believing this pretty boy's words? Wake up already — I'm begging you, don't let him fool you."
Luo Dali cast a look of disdain.
That handsome man was like a precious treasure in Luo Xiaofeng's eyes.
But in Luo Dali's view, the man seemed utterly worthless — like a pile of dog droppings.
It wasn't entirely Luo Dali's fault, either. This handsome fellow's strength was simply too weak. He hadn't even stepped into the True Immortal realm, remaining merely at the peak of Martial Ancestor.