"Even after receiving Master's last order and Senior Brother Han's guidance to the Eastern Sea, I still regard myself as a Nine Mystic disciple."
Taking a deep breath, Yang Shao slowly walked forward, turned around, and faced Wang Dang.
"Senior Brother Wang, today, I represent the water lineage of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect to fight you."
With his hand on the hilt, all the divine light in Yang Shao's eyes fell silent.
He looked down slightly at the limestone slab at his feet.
"I, Yang Shao, have mediocre aptitude. I'm not outstanding in the Three Lake Pavilion.
"Back then, because I couldn't break through in my sword technique, I was abandoned by my fellow disciples. Master gave me a month to comprehend it. Otherwise, I'd have to leave the Three Lake Pavilion.
