Especially that young boy, eyes closed in his brother's embrace, his face even paler, with blood stains still at the corners of his mouth. However, the young man's gaze is sharp, without anger or dissatisfaction in his eyes.
Mo Liancheng's voice came out, "Take them down, find a room for them to rest."
"Yes, Master." Qin Ling got up and swiftly ordered the servants, "Master, what's wrong with them?"
"That young one's condition is a bit special and needs rest for a few days." Mo Liancheng explained.
Qin Ling smiled cheerfully, as if having the Master explain was a great honor.
The young man stepped out of the house and turned to bow inside.
He didn't speak, but was very respectful.
The other people from the Yudao Sect saw this and breathed a huge sigh of relief.
A group of people, led by a maid, left the courtyard.
Qin Ling watched them leave, always feeling like he hadn't done something.
