Although Lin Xuan Qi was worried about the recovery progress for all of them, he knew that he had to meet and thank the person who had helped him out of his quagmire.
"Have a seat..." He gestured for Sima Ye to take a seat.
The main hall had been cleared by Mei Jiao and Old Shao, albeit some of the blood stains were still around.
Tables, chairs, teapots and teacups were arranged for Lin Xuan Qi to attend to the guest.
Mei Jiao and Old Shao then left to check on Xue Cong's injuries.
Lin Xuan Qi felt bad and glanced at their figures as they left the main hall.
He didn't expect them to witness their daughter being in danger.
Got to find time to console and check on everyone soon, he thought to himself.
"I'm Sima Ye, uncle of Sima Long. Excuse me for arriving late; usually, I'll be in the Artifacts Peak of the Qing Feng Sect." Sima Ye introduced himself and sat down.
Lin Xuan Qi quickly poured him a cup of tea.
