"Young master, why don't you… seek help from the sect leader?" Elder Tan tentatively suggested after he sensed the displeasure in Bai Yu Xuan's tone.
"My father?" Bai Yu Xuan glared at the old man and scoffed. "If my father finds out that I faked my death, he would severely reprimand me… Do you still think it's wise to ask him for help? It'd be good if he doesn't discipline me after learning about what I've done. Ask him for help to get that woman? You must be kidding me." After taking a deep breath, he muttered, "Just forget about it… I faked my death not entirely because I want that woman. The death of He Shan, the Old Ancestor of the Tai Yi Celestial Sect, has almost assuaged my anger and hatred. As for that woman, I'll get her when the time's right..."
At this moment, a voice rang from outside the private room. "Young master."
