Leaving Xie Yunhan, Zhou Yuntian hurried off, preparing to report Lu Ye's matter.
However, before he had gone far, he sensed the commotion of a fierce battle. Frowning, he followed the disturbance toward it.
Fox Immortal Valley did not forbid its cultivators from sparring. After all, it benefited the improvement of their strength, and healthy exchanges could also deepen the bonds between cultivators. Yet such ferocious fighting was rarely seen.
As the chief steward of Fox Immortal Valley, how could Zhou Yuntian not take notice?
When he drew near and looked, his face changed drastically. The two fighting were none other than the newcomers Lu Ye and Xia Liang. Both struck with ruthless ferocity, every saber blow sharp and deadly. Yet the gap in their cultivation was enormous, so Lu Ye appeared rather bedraggled. What made Zhou Yuntian's eyelids twitch even more was that Lu Ye had clearly sustained several injuries, neither severe nor minor, and blood had dyed his robes red.
"Stop! Stop at once!" Zhou Yuntian hurried forward and shouted.
In the battlefield, Lu Ye's blood and qi churned violently. He stood where he was, Crag Mountain Saber in hand. Xia Liang, on the other hand, looked calm and composed, utterly at ease.
Seeing Zhou Yuntian suddenly arrive, both immediately stopped and saluted together. "Fellow Cultivator Zhou."
Zhou Yuntian's expression darkened. He first shot Xia Liang a vicious glare, leaving him utterly baffled, before turning to Lu Ye and asking with great concern, "Fellow Cultivator Lu, how are your injuries? Are they serious?"
His enthusiasm startled Lu Ye somewhat. But considering Zhou Yuntian's status as Fox Immortal Valley's chief steward, he did not think much of it and merely replied, "It's nothing serious. They're just flesh wounds. A little rest will be enough for me to recover."
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