A commotion ahead reached Wen Qingye's ears, and he couldn't help but look toward the sound.
He saw a crowd of people gathered around. In the center stood an old man—it was Chuu Guang.
Most of the people in the crowd were stewards from various peaks, and there was even an Elder from Danxuan Peak. At that moment, all of them were speaking to Chuu Guang with cold, cutting words.
Chuu Guang's gaze was downcast, his eyes staring lifelessly ahead. He looked utterly dejected, as if he hadn't heard a word anyone was saying.
Wen Qingye strode forward and asked, "Martial Uncle Chuu, what's going on here?"
When the surrounding stewards and Elders saw him approach, they all straightened their postures. Most of them recognized Wen Qingye, and upon seeing it was him, they couldn't help but cup their fists in greeting.
An Elder from Cloud Conceal Peak smiled. "Well, if it isn't Qingye! When did you get back?"
