Wen Ping’s gaze fell on the young man.
It was obvious that among the three, the leader was the young man, and the Half-Step Divine Profound was just accompanying, looking every bit the servant.
"Yes, there is." Shan Hua eagerly nodded, then turned towards Biyue Yi and said, "Sect Leader Wen, this is the Young Clan Leader of my Biluo Family, also a relative of Senior Piaoling, who wishes to trouble Sect Leader Wen with something."
Before Wen Ping could speak, Biyue Yi interjected.
"Sect Leader Wen, sorry to disturb."
Biyue Yi saluted with his sword, showing great courtesy.
Facing someone so courteous, Wen Ping naturally reciprocated with a fist salute and asked, "Young Clan Leader, is there something you need all the way from Zimo Lake?"
Biyue Yi looked around, then with a smile questioned, "Sect Leader Wen, shall we talk here?"
He initially thought this sect leader, around his age, was quite courteous; now it seemed otherwise.
After all, he was a Young Clan Leader of a Three-star Influence, wasn’t he?
Even if not, some form of hospitality was expected, wasn’t it? Speaking in such an open place outside the Main Hall, what’s this?
Wen Ping gave an embarrassed laugh, also feeling a bit awkward.
Yes, standing here indeed wasn’t suitable.
Especially with a Half-Step Divine Profound accompanying, if not receiving with the highest standard, at least sitting down to talk was necessary.
Wen Ping quickly glanced around, then pointed towards a stone seat where Uncle Wang was sitting outside the plaza and said, "Let’s chat over there."
Saying so, Wen Ping already headed over.
"Uncle Wang, could you walk around for a bit? I need to discuss something here."
"Oh."
Uncle Wang picked up a wooden carving he was working on and got up to leave.
Once Uncle Wang left, Wen Ping said to Biyue Yi, "Young Clan Leader, please have a seat."
"You!"
Lu Ye frowned, anger appearing on his face. Just as he was about to step forward, Biyue Yi stopped him with a hand. Lu Ye didn’t understand his Young Master’s intention and turned, seeing Biyue Yi shaking his head.
He understood, that meant to back off!
After casting a cold glance at Wen Ping, Lu Ye could only step back a few paces, standing again behind Biyue Yi.
"Alright."
Biyue Yi smiled helplessly, moving forward.
However, Lu Ye felt displeased inside; his purpose for coming wasn’t to save Biyue Piaoling.
He came only to take Biyue Piaoling back.
Even if it was just a body.
People of the Biyue Family shouldn’t be buried in such barren barbaric lands.
Therefore, he didn’t want to lower his pride by visiting the Immortal Sect.
As for saving the old master, there was no hope at all. The Biyue Family had gathered more than ten sets of rumored Spiritual Cuisine Materials capable of purging the grave corruption, yet no Spiritual Cuisine Master could make them.
Zimo Lake is vast, with numerous talents, and they couldn’t find a single master capable of creating a dish to eliminate the grave’s poison. Here... it seemed even more impossible.