"For your help, I guess you're owed at least that much," said Dean Zhu Lao with a smile that was both heavy and thankful. His gaze clouded slightly. "My brother was injured," he said, sighing softly. "He was injured badly," he continued slowly as clarity returned to his drifting gaze. "It would have proved fatal had it not been for the presence of Sage Mountain."
Despite the heaviness of the topic, his voice maintained the same soft cadence, and his gaze was clear, even tranquil.
"When you came to my party, you saw the unique phenomenon of Dark Valley?" he suddenly asked, his eyes glimmering with playful interest. "How was it?" His smile grew wider, especially when he saw the slight shudder of fear in Yang Qing's expression.
