"Huixin, you're finally back." Huiyun, the Abbot of Xingdu Temple, hurried over, his expression growing anxious when he saw the weakened Huixin.
He was particularly grief-stricken upon seeing the extent of Huixin's injuries.
Both were of the "Hui" generation. Though they hadn't shared the same master, they had grown up together. Moreover, Huixin was a high-ranking member of Xingdu Temple.
If they were to lose him, Xingdu Temple's advantage over Zhu Huan Academy and Pear Blossom Temple would diminish even further.
Their situation would become even more precarious.
"Brother Abbot, rest assured, the matter has been taken care of." Huixin's first words weren't about his own safety or injuries, but were meant to put Huiyun at ease.
"You're so badly injured. It's a good thing you made it back in time." Huiyun merely nodded, not pressing for details on the mission. Instead, he was more concerned with Huixin's wounds.
