He was now feeling contented and happy that he had helped them when he could.
With that, Yichen smiled in charms and said amusingly: "I am indeed happy that I was of good help to all of you."
He was rather humble when he said those words and everyone liked him even more.
To them, he had become that one powerful brother whom they could rely upon when danger came.
And Yichen felt it good to be able to protect, to have the power to defend and to receive much appreciation and admiration from others.
It was a good feeling and he liked it.
One of the White Moon sect disciples too came forward to greet him.
He looked 20 years old, 5.7 feet tall, had a slim body and looked resolute with those dark black eyes.
Yichen's spiritual eyes could discern the thick reddish spiritual qi in him. Even though the man had sealed his cultivation, just from the thick aura itself Yichen knew that he was quite powerful.
