The So-Called Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect

Yang Wudi appeared calm and composed, merely nodding slightly. "All right. I understand."

His gaze swept toward Yang Guyun. Sensing his grandfather's eyes on him, Yang Guyun raised his head.

Yang Wudi's lips trembled faintly, as if he wanted to give him a few words of advice, but in the end he only forced out one sentence. "Be careful on the road. Don't disgrace the Breaking Clan."

Yang Guyun gave a soft "Mm."

Zhou Qiubai could not help laughing as he shook his head.

He set down his teacup. "But tomorrow, Guyun and I won't be traveling with you two. After all, there's still an appointment in Tiandou City we have to keep."

The chopsticks in Yang Guyun's hand paused, and he looked toward the distant direction of Tiandou City.

Five years ago, Zhou Qiubai had promised Chen Xin that five years later, no matter what his Soul Power was like, he would go to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and fight Chen Xin.

Now, although he had not reached Title Douluo, his level sixty-five Soul Power, together with the experience he had gained in Canghai Tower, was already enough to qualify him to stand before that swordsman who was, on the surface, the peak of the sword path.

Chen Xin: Can we leave out "on the surface"?

Early the next morning, Yang Wudi stood at the city gate, with the caravan fully prepared to depart behind him.

Niu Gao patted him on the shoulder and casually said something, and the two of them immediately burst into laughter.

Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun stood side by side by the road, watching the caravan gradually disappear into the distance.

Yang Guyun stared at his grandfather's back as it slowly vanished at the end of the official road. The corner of