Luo Dali was a man who valued his face. Being scolded by his family like this left him feeling somewhat aggrieved.
After a moment of hesitation, he transmitted his voice secretly: "Sister, don't wrong me. I did bring in help, but you have to keep it secret. This matter cannot get out, or if we anger my benefactor, none of us will make it out alive."
Luo Dali spoke those words with utmost caution, and when he mentioned the benefactor's son, his tone carried an unmistakable note of reverence.
Hearing this, even Luo Xiaofeng's expression shifted. A glimmer of light appeared in her previously reproachful eyes, and she asked carefully: "Big brother, so you're saying you brought in help? Then… where is this expert you spoke of?"
"That's him right there." Luo Dali cast a subtle glance toward not far away, where Chu Feng and Chu Youyuan lay on the ground.
"That old man?" Luo Xiaofeng asked.
"No, the young lad," Luo Dali said.
"Brother, this is hardly the time for jokes!" At those words, the flicker of hope that had appeared on Luo Xiaofeng's face was instantly replaced by anger.
In her view, experts possessed pride and backbone. Unless there was some compelling reason, how could they tolerate others beating on them?
Yet this Chu Feng — not only was he incredibly young, but he had also been beaten black and blue. He looked nothing like a martial cultivation expert. He was nothing more than a clueless fool, a fool.
"Don't disbelieve me — I'm not lying to you. But that benefactor said his identity cannot be revealed, nor can his cultivation level. I don't know what he's planning, but I'm sure the benefactor must have his reasons for deliberately taking that beating."
"Either way, you have to keep this secret too. Absolutely do not say a word." Luo Dali's expression was grave.
"Oh, give it a rest. I shouldn't have let you escape in the first place. Rely on you, and our whole family will be dead."
Luo Xiaofeng shot Luo Dali a fierce glare, her face flushed red with anger. Then she glanced behind her at a man lying on the ground.
The man had some scrapes and scratches on his body and appeared to be unconscious at the moment.
But despite the marks on his face, they could not conceal his strikingly handsome features.
He was the very picture of a dashing young man.
Looking at that man, Luo Xiaofeng's eyes finally softened with a rare trace of tenderness. She then said to Luo Dali: "It seems I can only count on my Brother Jialuo."
"Sister, I'm telling you — how can you still believe this pretty boy at a time like this? Wake up already! I'm begging you, don't let him deceive 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 dung.
That wasn't entirely Luo Dali's fault. The truth was that this handsome man's strength was far too weak. He had not even stepped into the True Immortal Realm — he was merely at the peak of the Martial Ancestor level.