Lu Fengxuan looked deeply at Yu Chiyin, supporting herself on the ground, and slowly stood up.
She paid no heed to Old Master Yu's anger, her gaze directed toward the entrance of the ancestral hall, until she saw Yan Xingxuan rushing in from outside.
"Xiao Xuan, I'm fine." Yan Xingxuan met her worried gaze and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, speaking nonchalantly.
Lu Fengxuan noticed his movements were slightly sluggish, indicating he had sustained some minor injuries, with two bruises on his face.
"This is the territory of the Yu Family. You two barged in unannounced, for what purpose?" Old Master Yu, gripping his cane, squinted sinisterly at Lu Fengxuan.
Anyone could hear the gnashing in his words, as if settling scores later.
