Only after saying this did Ye Yu notice a woman standing not far behind the youth.
The woman's complexion was poor, and she looked as though she might collapse at any moment. She was clearly gravely ill.
Xu Xuan was almost frantic with tears. He and his sister had depended on each other for survival. This time, they had intended to sell the spiritual fruit they had obtained with such difficulty during the Purple Firmament Sword Sect's disciple recruitment assembly, in exchange for money to treat his sister's illness.
He had never expected to drop it by accident, only for the Purple Firmament Sword Sect disciple before them to pick it up.
Wu Yan impatiently glanced at Xu Xuan. He had long since handed that spiritual fruit over to Third Senior Brother, and only then had he obtained this cushy registration post.
"Get the hell out of here," Wu Yan cursed.
But Xu Xuan had no intention of leaving. His eyes were filled with determination.
Seeing this, Wu Yan snorted coldly and struck out with a stream of spiritual power, sending Xu Xuan flying more than ten yards away before he crashed heavily onto the ground.
Xu Yan cried out in alarm and hurried forward to help Xu Xuan up. Seeing Wu Yan's icy expression, she hurriedly said that they did not need it.
Yet Xu Xuan still struggled to his feet and walked toward Wu Yan.
The deep affection between the siblings moved everyone present, but because of Wu Yan's status, they all kept their mouths shut and dared not speak.
Liu Qi looked at Xu Yan, perhaps reminded of Liu Ying. His face turned cold as he prepared to step forward, but Ye Yu raised a hand to stop him.
"I'll help him." Liu Qi's tone carried some