"There's no need to trouble yourself over that, senior brother." Si Wuya cupped his fists. He made sure he looked like he was sending a guest away.
Mingshi Yin snorted. He did not want to waste any more words with Si Wuya. He leaped nimbly into the air. "You'll fall into my hands sooner or later." He left these parting words that echoed through the mountains as he vanished from sight.
Si Wuya cupped his fists at Yu Shangrong and said, "Thank you for helping me out, second senior brother."
"I don't know if I helped you, but I know you're certainly annoyed that I troubled you," Yu Shangrong said with a faint smile on his face.
"I dare not." Bai Yuqing had protected Si Wuya and Yellow Peak Mountain. However, Yu Shangrong's appearance had caused Bai Yuqing to be injured and the loss of his personal heaven-grade weapon. There was no doubt he regretted these things very much.
