In just a few breaths, the Isle Master of Cloud Mist and the Master of Bamboo Shadow Island also arrived. Master Xuan Shui raised his hand to cast a restriction, enveloping the entire hall, and only then did he say in a deep voice, "Nephew Ji, you may speak truthfully now."
Ji Yuan stepped forward and slightly cupped his hands.
"Yes."
The Isle Master of Cloud Mist and the Master of Bamboo Shadow Island exchanged glances, unable to hide their curiosity.
By now, neither of them knew what had happened. They had thought about asking, but since Ji Yuan and Rou Yi remained silent, there was nothing they could do.
Ji Yuan then recounted the events in detail. Of course, much time had passed, and some details inevitably had some inaccuracies.
