The frustrated Saraf had nowhere to vent his anger, as Pei Yan and the others brought Li Songtao all the way back to Yirong Pavilion. As they stepped through the gate, they bumped into Sword Stand Man, who had returned ahead after their arrival at the Immortal Palace. Seeing his disheveled and despondent appearance, Pei Yan could guess almost entirely what had transpired within the manor. After exchanging a knowing glance with Gu Shenghui, he let the others escort Li Songtao inside while he pulled Sword Stand Man to a secluded spot in the courtyard.
"Ah, Brother Jian, this time I made a big deal out of nothing! Judging by the current situation, this isn't a trap set against me or your faction but a personal vendetta by Li Songtao." Pei Yan clasped his fists and bowed slightly, his face apologetic.
