"Very well, please."
"Please."
Xing Hao quickly extended his arm to lead the way, also pulling Xing Zhan along.
Xing Tian and Xing Ming, the two brothers, looked at each other, wanting to follow as well.
But Xing Hao gave them a glare:
"Clean up."
"...Yes."
The two brothers immediately agreed, somewhat dejected.
Xing Hao and Xing Zhan led Su Mo inside, and after a while, they sat down in a secluded room.
Xing Hao cupped his fists:
"Thank you, sir, for rescuing my Xing Family."
Su Mo gently waved his hand:
"It was merely a small effort, not worth mentioning."
"..."
Xing Hao really wanted to say that it was not just a small effort.
The Extreme Sword Sect was not weaker than their Xing Family to begin with, and the Ancestor Canjian was highly skilled, having made a name for himself in the Jianghu long before Xing Ru Hai.
Even if Xing Ru Hai were to come back to life, he would definitely not be a match for the Ancestor Canjian.
