"I've devoted myself to cultivation all these years and have no interest in managing a sect. Senior Brother Qin, if you keep refusing, I'll have no choice but to leave. As for the Pure Yang Canon, with me here, no one will dare try to seize it." Shen Luo waved a hand as he spoke.
Seeing Shen Luo insist, Qin Ming could only accept the jade pendant as requested.
The three then entered the Spring Autumn Temple. Shen Luo paid his respects to the memorial tablets of its past patriarchs, then chatted with the other two for a while, learning about their experiences over the years.
According to Qin Ming, he had been away when the Spring Autumn Temple was destroyed, and thus had narrowly escaped disaster. By the time he returned, the sect had ceased to exist.
He searched near the sect for surviving fellow disciples and encountered a wisp of his grandmaster-uncle's remnant soul in a valley, just as it was about to dissipate. His grandmaster-uncle taught him the Pure Yang Sword Art and charged him with preserving the Spring Autumn Temple's lineage at all costs.
"So your Pure Yang Sword Art came from Grandmaster-Uncle. No wonder." Understanding dawned on Shen Luo.
Strangely, however, his grandmaster-uncle had never told Qin Ming that Shen Luo had taken the Pure Yang Canon away.
After a little thought, Shen Luo quickly understood. His grandmaster-uncle had prepared two contingencies. Neither he nor Qin Ming knew about the other's circumstances, so even if something went wrong on one side, the Spring Autumn Temple's lineage could still endure.
Shen Luo also briefly recounted his experiences over the years, though naturally he left out a great deal, including certain matters he could not conveniently discuss.
Even so, his colorful experiences left Qin Ming and Zhou