Seeing that Yang Huai's expression remained unchanged, Daoist Tianhe spoke again.
"The spirit cranes in my abbey are renowned throughout the entire Pure Origin Sect. They could beg all they liked and still never obtain even one!"
Yang Huai looked toward Daoist Guangrong beside him.
Daoist Guangrong nodded slightly and smiled.
"The immortal cranes of Yellow Mountain Nine Dragons Abbey are all rare variants. Not only are they intelligent, they also possess extraordinary bloodlines. They are exceptionally loyal, and many fellow disciples in the sect have begged in vain for one. Junior Brother Tianhe has always treasured these little darlings dearly. Obtaining one egg would be a tremendous stroke of fortune. Disciple, help your martial uncle out."
Yang Huai nodded at those words.
Lei Yunyi, however, was somewhat displeased. He turned to Daoist Tianhe and said, "Daoist Tianhe, aren't you breaking the rules here? This young friend is Daoist Guangrong's disciple. He cannot be counted among your own disciples!"
Daoist Tianhe chuckled. "Brother Lei, you are mistaken. Martial Nephew Yang is my Senior Brother Guangrong's disciple, and Senior Brother Guangrong's lineage is likewise under the Pure Origin Sect. Since he belongs to the sect, he is naturally my junior as well. Why can he not stand forth on behalf of this martial uncle?"
"This..."
Lei Yunyi was immediately left speechless.
Daoist Tianhe stroked his beard and added, "Moreover, he is also under sixty years old. This absolutely does not violate the agreement between the two of us!"
At that, the Daoist clad in white robes and possessing a face as fair as jade stepped forward of his own accord.
"Master, in that case, let this disciple fight this Daoist friend in the final round. This disciple is confident that I can defeat him!"
Daoist Tianhe immediately laughed. "Martial Nephew Li