Wen Ya did not look at the warriors. He led Qin Yan straight to Yunyazi.
His steps were unhurried and his expression calm, as though that last strike had taken no effort at all.
His gaze settled on Yunyazi. He cupped his hands slightly, neither servile nor arrogant.
"Elder Yun, I'm Wen Ya, a True Disciple of the Mystic Sanctuary. This is my junior brother, Qin Yan, a disciple of the Mystic Sanctuary's Inner Academy."
Wen Ya's voice was clear and steady, carrying both gravity and courtesy.
He did not flaunt his status or put on airs. He simply introduced himself and Qin Yan, then waited for Yunyazi's response.
At Wen Ya's words, Yunyazi's eyes flickered as he considered the matter.
So Qin Yan really was a disciple of the Mystic Sanctuary—but how could an Inner Academy disciple come to the Temple of Time?
He knew the Mystic Sanctuary's rules.
Anyone granted a place in the Temple of Time had to be at least a True Disciple.
It seems Qin Yan must be the descendant of some big shot in the Holy Land, Yunyazi guessed. His expression gave nothing away, and he kept his polite smile.
"Thank you both for coming to help. I, Yunyazi, am deeply grateful!"
His voice and tone were sincere.
However Qin Yan had come, and whatever his background, his willingness to help was a kindness Yunyazi would remember.
Wen Ya nodded faintly, then took Qin Yan to a corner of the square to wait in silence.
After they left, Yunyazi watched their retreating figures, and a glimmer of hope rose in his heart.
With a fighter like Wen Ya helping them, their chances of holding Yuntai Courtyard had grown considerably.
Qin Yan might be weaker, but Wen Ya was more than strong enough.
A True