"You said these were words brought by Yi Tian?" Yichen looked somewhat surprised at the White Wolf and the child in front of him. At this moment, the two appeared a bit bedraggled; he had never seen them so disheveled before. Speaking of which, the strength of White Wolf and the child far surpassed Yichen's, and considering seniority, he ought to respectfully call them seniors. However, Yichen's tone didn't sound like he was talking to two seniors but rather like conversing with peers.
White Wolf and the child were sitting in chairs, yet they appeared extremely disheveled. It wasn't their appearance that seemed in disarray, but their demeanor gave off a sense of disarray, as if they had suffered some severe blow, showing no spirit at all. Raising his head, looking at Yichen standing right in front of him, White Wolf nodded.
