Ye Li put away the Token, his tone calm:
"I'm just afraid there'll be so many important figures offering to vouch for me that I won't know whom to choose."
Lu Shusheng chuckled despite himself, taking it as Ye Li finding humor amid immense pressure. He cupped his hands and said:
"That would be best."
"I spend most of my time around North River. If you ever truly have nowhere left to turn, you can come find me and try your luck."
Then Lu Shusheng found an excuse and swiftly left this trouble spot.
Once the outsider had gone, Ye Li turned to Pei You'an and Qin Baiyi.
"Let's go."
At those words, Pei You'an looked Ye Li over once more.
She watched his tall, straight back, replaying the sight of him brutally breaking through a fifth-grade heavenly law.
For once, she actually had nothing to say.
Instead, she smiled softly and nodded:
"Yes, let's go."
Then she grabbed Qin Baiyi, who was still dazed as though trapped in a dream, and flew toward the Treasure Ship on the Rear Mountain.
Ye Li followed them out through the Mansion Gate.
The moment he stepped off the stairs, he saw a dense mass of figures kneeling ahead.
At their head was a somewhat frail figure.
It was Kong Zhiqiu.
She had clearly been injured by the earlier shock waves, but her expression was exceptionally respectful. In her hands, she held an ink-black cloak meant for the Family Head.
Ye Li raised an eyebrow and asked:
"Is something the matter?"
Kong Zhiqiu lowered her eyes, respect coloring her hoarse voice as she said:
"According to the rules, the stewards must kneel to see the Family Head off before his departure."
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