"Young Sect Master Wan, what brings you to this side?" Since they had bumped into each other, he naturally couldn't pretend he hadn't seen him and had to approach with a smile to ask.
"I came over to see if Young Sect Master Xie needed anything, fearing the disciples of our sect might neglect such an esteemed guest." Wan Yan smiled as he explained.
Not far away, behind the tightly closed door, Xie Qi took a light sip.
As if he was really afraid that the disciples of the Thousands of Demons Sect would neglect them, the guy hadn't cared for them since last night. How could he say such dishonest words?
It just so happened that he needed to relieve himself and had thought to step out—how could he know he'd overhear Wan Yan's bizarre statements?
However, now was not the time to confront the Thousands of Demons Sect head-on. Since Wan Yan had lowered his pride to approach Qian Jiyun's attendant, he couldn't exactly stand by and watch Wan Yan lose face, could he?