Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a middle-aged scholar entered the Sect Leader's Hall, gracefully bowing to those present: "Beiming Qiu Yu, greetings to all the honorable Lords."
"Hmph!" Mingzhen was quite irritable, unwilling to show any pleasantness towards him.
Qiu Yu remained unbothered, nodding at Ye Huan.
Ye Huan also nodded in return and spoke on behalf of the Wushuai: "Mr. Di has come to our Zhouliu Sect, what brings you here?"
Qiu Yu smiled: "Naturally, I am here to clean up the aftermath."
The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became somewhat subtle.
Since the events had occurred, merely a day had passed, and the Zhouliu Sect always maintained strict control, making it unlikely that news had spread outside. How did Qiu Yu manage to arrive just in time?
Ye Huan calmly asked, "Oh? What matter requires Mr. Di to clean up the aftermath?"
Qiu Yu's facial expression did not change an iota: "I have come for Xie Xingchen."
