Before he left, Xue Batian could not help but look at clan leader Zhuang and sect master Wei, who were still sitting there. Since they appeared in the afternoon, the two of them had not said a word. Occasionally, they would drink some tea or nod their heads in greeting. Other than that, they did not do anything else.
Xue Batian had been dealing with the two of them for decades. He knew that one of them was cold and proud, while the other was detached. It was rare for him to hear them speak, but their silence today was a little abnormal. It gave people a strange feeling, but he couldn't put his finger on what was wrong.
Xue Batian knew that there were some things that he should not know, so he did not ask any further and left quickly.
The wide garden seemed empty and particularly cold.
"Master, I didn't use the right person. I'm willing to be punished." Situ Wuying came to the front of the manor master and bowed respectfully.
