Ye Danyang's expression darkened as he strode out of the room.
Outside, Ancestor Pan Qing, five elders of Tianshui Sect, and numerous disciples including Qiao Mo, Qin Yao, Yi Zien, and Bai Yifei were all waiting.
Seeing Ye Danyang emerge with a dark expression, everyone thought, This is bad. Could it be that Ye Danyang had realized Lin Bai was only pretending to be ill, and had become enraged, intending to report it to the Chu Emperor?
Pan Qing's eyes shifted as he stepped forward and cupped his hands. "Brother Ye, it's been a long time. If I remember correctly, it's been several thousand years since we last met."
Ye Danyang glanced sideways at Pan Qing expressionlessly. "Nine thousand years ago, when Brother Pan represented Tianshui Sect at the Imperial Capital's hunt. We met then."
Pan Qing smiled bitterly. "I didn't expect Brother Ye to have such a good memory."
Ye Danyang chuckled lightly. "I didn't want to remember it so clearly either. It's just that Brother Pan's performance back then was too dazzling. Even if I wanted to forget it, I couldn't."
Tianshui Sect had closed its mountain gates ten thousand years ago and no longer participated in any of the activities or martial competitions of the Five Great Families and Seven Sects of the Chu Kingdom.
But nine thousand years ago, the Chu Emperor had personally issued an imperial decree requiring Tianshui Sect to participate, leaving Pan Qing with no choice but to represent the sect.
At that time... Ye Danyang should still have been a disciple of Danxia Sect and had not yet been expelled from the sect.
Pan Qing smiled and said, "Those are all matters of the distant past. Thank you, Brother Ye, for coming to see our Tianshui Sect's Saint Son, Lin Bai."
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