"Farewell." Yu Shangrong turned to glance at the disciples on the sword altar and nodded at them perfunctorily with a faint smile on his face. His body flashed away, and in just a blink of an eye, he was already 100 feet away. In the next second, he passed through the altar's barriers and vanished.
Luo Shisan felt the pressure lift from his shoulders. He quickly descended. As soon as he descended, he staggered slightly
"Master!" Two of Luo Shishan's disciples ran up to him to support him.
Luo Shisan calmed himself down before saying, "Notify the elders that I've changed my mind… Ding Fanqiu is a core disciple of the Yun Sect. The sable magnolia is but an object. A man's life is worth much more. Agree to the exchange."
"Understood."
...
In a pavilion among the mountains that was several miles away from the sword altar.
