Qin Yi's injuries have not healed.
No matter how miraculous his cultivation technique's healing effect is, it's impossible to recover instantly as if nothing happened.
His left shoulder was shattered by the Evil Lord's punch and still cannot move.
However, Qin Yi turned to Jing Wangyou and said coldly, "I admire you, Jing Palace Master."
"In this world, there are not many who aren't driven by interests."
"Thank you, Jing Palace Master, for your protection. From here on, I'll handle it myself."
Jing Wangyou's cultivation is extraordinary and naturally perceives Qin Yi's weak aura, realizing his injuries have not healed.
"Young Master Qin, there's no need for formality between us. You've saved Wuyan and Xiao Jian; our Netherworld Hall owes you greatly."
"Take your time to heal and recover. Leave Ying Jian to me."
Qin Yi smiled slightly, "Jing Palace Master might not know, but I have a peculiar temper. Whoever dares to bare fangs at me, I destroy them, never relying on others."
