"Song Yun, are you okay?" Xiao Qing stepped forward to look at Song Yun and asked. She was also from a martial arts family and had learned many moves. Just now, the two exchanged blows in the blink of an eye; though the process was brief, Xiao Qing knew that the fight between those two was definitely not as easy as she saw.
"I'm fine. Let's go inside. The old man is waiting for us," Song Yun said as he picked up the package he had just dropped, took Xiao Qing's small hand, and walked towards the hall.
The Second Elder watched Song Yun enter the house with a sullen expression, then flung his sleeve and walked towards where the sect's Elder Council resided.
This was a room in the hall with long scroll paintings of several men dressed in robes hanging on the wall, the colors of the paintings ancient yellow, giving a sense of great age.
When the two entered the room, the old man was already making tea.
"Old man, I'm back," Song Yun said frankly as he looked at the man.
