Qin Yi watched the two battling fervently for a while, then slipped into the grand hall.
Inside the hall, Zhu Han, Yue Fenglin, and Le Heng all lay on the ground, too severely injured to get up.
Qiu Yuhai's breath was unsteady, indicating that the recent fierce battle had drained him considerably.
"Are you guys alright?" Qin Yi asked.
Yin Qianqian laughed, "These few useless ones can't possibly hurt me."
Qin Yi pursed his lips, it seemed clearly to be Qiu Yuhai's credit.
Yin Qianqian's cultivation wasn't weak, but it was about the same as Yue Fenglin's.
Qiu Yuhao said, "Qin Yi, young friend, how is the young master?"
"Don't worry, they're fine."
As Qin Yi spoke, he dragged a chair and walked outside.
"What are you going to do?"
Yin Qianqian asked curiously.
"I'm going to watch the show, with all the excitement outside, wouldn't it be a waste not to watch it properly?"
Yin Qianqian was stunned for a moment, then dragged a chair and followed.
