"Bless our ancestors, we are truly fortunate that the young master is unharmed," murmured one of the onlookers, relief evident in their voice.
"I cannot even fathom the wrath of the patriarch upon discovering his son confronted a demon," another person whispered, their tone filled with apprehension.
"Hush, the both of you," a third person interjected, urging them to keep their voices down.
Meanwhile, Xia Wei, the subject of their concern, stood silently, observing their actions with a hint of amusement. It would be unnatural for them not to worry, especially after sensing the malevolent aura of the demonic presence outside.
'If they are not worried, then that means...'
Before Xia Wei delved further into his own assumptions, his gaze unconsciously fell upon a young woman seated cross-legged on the ground. Her complexion was sickly pale, and a trickle of blood stained the corner of her mouth.
