C137 I Don't Want It Anymore

In the secluded retreat of the Flying Sword Sect's Sect Master,

Yang Xinyuan's eyes snapped open, a spark of electricity flickering within them as a stooped old man suddenly materialized before him.

"Master, why visit so late at night? A simple message would have sufficed," Yang Xinyuan offered with due respect.

Dongfaang Jinyu couldn't help but smile wryly to himself