Although Ying Huaixu didn't know what exactly Lü Qingyi had discovered.
No matter what, he couldn't let He Xixiang go to her death.
Nor could he let Lü Qingyi.
Whatever the case, Lü Qingyi and He Xixiang both felt like family to Ying Huaixu now.
One was his master, and the other was the person who had brought him into the sect.
In fact, Ying Huaixu had thought about it afterward.
When he had first arrived in this world and still couldn't distinguish the game from reality, he was lucky to have met Lü Qingyi.
Had it been anyone else, the moment he revealed even a sliver of their secrets, his only fate would have been to be killed and then have his soul searched.
But Lü Qingyi hadn't done that. Not only had she refrained, she had even deliberately nurtured him.
And Old Zhuang had also said something.
Back then, Lü Qingyi had actually wanted to take him as her personal disciple.
It was just that Old Zhuang and the others had turned her down later.
That was also why they had given him all the few remaining paintings of Lü Qingyi.
After all, Lü Qingyi had wanted to take him as her disciple. If she learned the paintings were in Ying Huaixu's hands, he would get beaten, but at least he wouldn't be beaten to death.
Not only that, Ying Huaixu himself could actually sense that Lü Qingyi had looked after him behind the scenes in many ways during his time in the sect.
He had to repay that kindness.
There was even less need to say anything about He Xixiang.
She truly treated him like her own son.
"No, I might want to coast through life, but I can't be weak!"
Ying Huaixu remembered that he still