Although Ku Hui couldn't sense any cultivation in Ye Xuan, as if the latter were truly a mortal, a voice seemed to tell him in his mind that if he dared to take one step forward, something terribly horrifying might happen to him.
"Brother Ye, you must not speak recklessly, and you must quickly apologize to the Envoy!" said Zhang Qinghe as he struggled to stand up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his voice filled with urgency.
"Envoy, do not be angry. Brother Ye suffered from madness in his early years and has not yet recovered. Please forgive him," Li Xiu'er said, her pale face as she hurriedly knelt in front of Ku Hui, her voice pleading humbly.
"Little Ye, quickly apologize to the Envoy?"
Uncle Zhuo staggered over, placing himself directly in front of his granddaughter and Ye Xuan, his voice also filled with urgency, his eyes showing great concern.
