The Prophet had everyone else leave first, and in the room, only he and Ye Qiu were left.
Ye Qiu was puzzled when suddenly the Prophet bowed deeply to him.
"What are you doing?" Ye Qiu frowned slightly.
"I ask Mr. Ye to lend a hand to assist our Atlantis clan," the Prophet pleaded, not getting up.
No wonder the Prophet had sent everyone else away; if he treated Qiu Xing with such great courtesy, the clansmen wouldn't understand.
"I don't quite understand what you're saying. I've healed your body, which counts as helping you, right?" Ye Qiu said.
"Mr. Ye, I know your strength. Only with your help can we turn the tide back in our favor," the Prophet said seriously and earnestly.
"But this seems to be an internal affair of your Atlantis clan. It wouldn't be right for an outsider like me to intervene, and besides, it has nothing to do with me," Ye Qiu said, spreading his palms.
