At the bottom of the stone steps, Yang Shao's face was covered in stubble, and his eyes were sunken.
But there was a hint of determination in his eyes.
This determination was like a calm ancient well.
"Senior Brother Han, I've thought about it."
Yang Shao raised his head and looked at the golden Sword Pavilion plaque.
"Back then, Master thought that I had comprehended the Blue Wave Sword Technique on my own and took me in as a disciple. He even promised to help me fight for the position of the true disciple.
Actually, all of this is thanks to Senior Brother Han."
Han Muye looked at the calm Yang Shao and nodded slightly.
Yang Shao hid the truth and pretended to be Xu Haosheng's disciple.
However, everyone had their own selfish motives.
Everyone had greed and desires.
