Yang Yiguan's Promise

By Cloud Mist Lake in Qinglan Martial Capital, Beast Taming Sect Elder Yang Yiguan paced back and forth without stopping. As he walked, he kept glancing back at the sky, his face full of anxiety.

The martial artist who had sent the Talisman Signal had arranged to meet him here at a quarter past the hour of the Monkey to discuss matters in detail, yet Yang Yiguan had been here for more than half an hour, and the other party still had not appeared.

Under normal circumstances, given Yang Yiguan's current status and standing, others were always the ones waiting for him. When had he ever needed to wait for anyone else?

But today was different. The other party had actually said in the Talisman Signal that he had found the scale Yang Yiguan had previously placed a bounty on through the Jade Talisman. This was his true Achilles' heel.

He had spent decades running about for this.

Never mind waiting half an hour—if that person failed to appear, Yang Yiguan would probably wait until dawn tomorrow.

In a teahouse by Cloud Mist Lake, Ye Zhen sat by the window, taking an occasional sip of fragrant tea. From time to time, he glanced at the anxiously waiting Yang Yiguan, his expression utterly calm.

In truth, Ye Zhen had arrived nearly an hour ago. He simply had not shown himself.

There was a reason Ye Zhen had not appeared. He was waiting for news.

Ye Zhen glanced out the window. Judging by the time, the news should be arriving soon.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a streak of light flew in from the horizon and dropped into Ye Zhen's hand in an instant. With a movement of his divine sense, he immediately grasped the contents of the Talisman Signal, and his expression turned stern