The multilingual boy mage rushed to say, "Pah, is a simple thank you really enough? Do you have any idea what it cost Lord Junior Fate to save your father? He must have lost at least..."
"Yu Ji, no more words," the young man in white gave a slight nod. He is not one for many words, his facial expressions scarce, a definitive poker face, truly a waste of his handsome features.
Fortunately, his brief and powerful speech suits his aura, akin to that of a Banished Immortal.
"My name is Xia Wenxu, a servant of the Magic Temple. The healing was a minor effort, no thanks are necessary," said the young man in white, yet his gaze fell upon the remains of the Wind Maggot Beast not far away.
Xia Siming—no wonder his name sounded familiar. The one mentioned by the Great Magic Director of Qi City Temple, Xia Siming, was him; Xia Wenxu, a teenage Sky Mage, a name she would remember.
"Miss Yun, might you grant me the remains of this Wind Maggot Beast?" Xia Wenxu's face flushed slightly.
