Yang Zhen turned around to leave. This sudden change took Big Sister off guard. Her longsword screeched as it landed on the ground with a clang, causing the ground to tremble a bit.
"Don't go, Yang Zhen, it was my...I was reckless. The master always said that no one under the heavens could inherit his mantle, but he was always in search of a disciple. I think you're the right person. You can't go!"
Grabbing Yang Zhen's arm, Big Sister hurriedly said, "We have to set off tomorrow. If you don't come with me to see the master, it'll be the greatest loss in your life and perhaps a regret for him too."
Yang Zhen, full of arrogance, glanced at the longsword on the ground, side-eyed Big Sister and asked, "So you're inviting me?"
"Yes, yes, I'm inviting you. Come and meet the master. I'm sure you two will find some common ground. You might even become master and disciple which has always been the master's greatest wish!"
