Tang Wuji stood there, observing the former in a promethean manner. If the other party tried the slightest thing, he would respond immediately.
"Since you want to harbour him so much, then so be it. There is no reason to worsen he relationship between our two clans. However, that young man still harmed my son. Remember that my Yan clan will not forgive him. Let's go".
Saying that, he turned towards Yan Moli, and they quickly teleported out of sight. The conflict that everyone was waiting for never occurred, and both parties quickly backed away. With nothing to see, the gallery also dispersed, leaving only a few people.
"Thank you… Grandpa," Even though she was still heavily injured, she managed to give a brilliant smile.
"Sigh… it's too early to thank me. Recover first, I'll bring you both to the medicinal hall".
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