"Yang Tian Long, I am here to make a debt."
After Basil said his piece, the place turned silent again. Even Diana, who had stood up in surprise at Basil's appearance, didn't dare to make a noise due to the intensity of the staring contest Basil had with Yang Tian Long.
Mei Qi felt that things might go awry, so she stepped forward, hoping that she could diffuse the situation. "Stay there, Mei-er. I didn't meddle in your affair, so let this old man manage his own," this, however, stopped her entirely.
Looking at the other end of the hall, Tian Long continued, "Show me yourself if you are not planning to do something hostile."
No answer came out, however, the person he had detected did enter the hall. He pulled down his hood, revealing an androgynous face of a fair-skinned, black-haired young male; he was none other than Xiu Li. He curled his left hand, clasped it with his right and then bowed lightly as he said his greetings.
"Xiu Li pays respect to Great Daoist Yang Tian Long."
