Suan Yi's wound was in the process of healing. It was also the time that he needed to report to the sect of his whereabouts these past days. All of it, he will report except for the fact that his martial brother was the one who inflicted the wounds of his chest.
He didn't have proof on his sleeve. Slowly... he just needed time to conduct his deep investigation on the matter.
"Suan Yi..." Suan Yi's old master live up to his expectation of an old sage with a grizzled beard that almost reached the ground. He was wearing a combination of white and sky blue patterned robe and a strip of cloth wrapped on his forehead.
Overall, the old man exudes an almighty and holy aura worthy of being called the Master of the Sect!
