Pushing the door open and entering the study, Wei Xueqing immediately saw Master Ye sitting in the chair, his face worn and unable to hide his exhaustion and sadness.
"Master Ye..." Wei Xueqing looked at Master Ye's aged visage, her nose tingling, her voice carrying a sobbing tone.
Master Ye lifted his head, glanced at Wei Xueqing with clouded eyes, and said warmly, "Xueqing is here, come, have a seat!"
Wei Xueqing sat down, looking at Master Ye.
Master Ye was making tea, but his thoughts seemed to be elsewhere.
Wei Xueqing couldn't help but speak, "Master Ye, about the shipwreck..."
"Hmm..." Master Ye paused what he was doing, lifting his head to look at Wei Xueqing.
"I've received news that... Yang Chen is responsible for this incident, do you know anything about it..."
Master Ye sighed, speaking in a deep voice, "I've already gotten the news, and I've also sent Liangcai with people to search, but so far we have no information."
