"Master, are you alright?"
Yan State.
Shen Fu anxiously looked at the Confucian-robed elder seated on the futon, full of concern.
Feeling the sincere worry of his disciple, the Confucian-robed elder slowly opened his eyes, his pupils that were once full of brilliance now dimmed slightly.
He shook his head slightly, and a trace of coldness immediately flashed through his eyes:
"No harm... Although those Evil Gods launched a sudden attack, their strength was ultimately poor, how could they be a match for your master? I have already driven them back!"
His tone paused briefly as he looked at Shen Fu, a gentle and tender expression surfacing in his gaze:
"I heard from Qin Ya that you saw me fighting with those Evil Gods and you wanted to rush over immediately?"
Shen Fu, upon hearing this, instantly revealed a relieved expression and then sheepishly said:
"I was just worried about Master... I underestimated you, Master, please forgive me."