Huye's wife had just approached Li Xianyun when she tried to kneel before her.
Huye and Maimaiti had already knelt down, both utterly sincere people.
Li Xianyun hastily supported Huye's wife and said, "You're holding a child, what are you doing?"
Huye's wife had tears in her eyes, "Many thanks to you, Young Master, for the life-saving grace you've shown our family."
Li Xianyun not only saved her but also had someone rescue her husband and brother. Such kindness could never be repaid even if they were to become humble beings in their next lives.
Huye and Maimaiti were honest to a fault, and although they were not good with words, one could feel their heartfelt gratitude from their brief speeches and expressions.
Huye, looking at Li Xianyun, curiously asked, "Young Master, who is the general that saved us related to you?"
Yelu Yan hadn't revealed his identity when saving people, so Huye and Maimaiti only thought of him as a highly prestigious general.
