"Sect Leader, thank you, I'll return the sword to you."
With that, Zhao Yi handed the sword back to Wen Ping.
Wen Ping did not take it, "Return it to me once you find your aunt."
Zhao Yi nodded, expressed his thanks, and entered the room quietly, his silhouette showing a trace of loneliness.
Yang Lele and the others hurriedly followed in concern.
"Brother Zhao."
"Brother Zhao."
Everyone spoke in unison, inquiring about what happened.
Zhao Yi didn't hide anything because they were his friends, almost like family—after spending so much time together, what couldn't be shared?
"My aunt might be coming to find me."
Yang Lele paused halfway through her sentence, realizing it wasn't appropriate, she quickly kept quiet, "Isn't your family..."
"Isn't what?"
The newcomers like Lin Kewu didn't know Zhao Yi's situation and quickly asked.
"Our Zhao family was exterminated, I'm the only one who survived." Zhao Yi responded in a low mood.
