Yang Xuyan passed the entrance to Lin Lang's courtyard like an ordinary man, not a trace of his aura leaking out.
"The expert the Dali Duan Clan invited was actually Lin Lang, the Imperial Preceptor of Great Ming?"
"Best of three. If Lin Lang faces Song Zhi or Song Lu, and Yideng faces the other, will Dali win?"
"If the world doesn't descend into chaos, how can I restore my country and reclaim the throne? I am Great Sui's rightful heir!"
He was of Great Sui's imperial bloodline, the son of its former Crown Prince, Yang Yong. After his uncle Yang Guang usurped the throne, his master Shi Zhixuan had taken him away, and had once promised to help him reclaim it.
Now Yang Guang was dead, and Great Sui existed in name only. Several clan leaders had each backed a supposed member of the Yang family, but they were all puppets.
This should have been the perfect opportunity for him to reveal his identity and revive Great Sui, but he lacked the ability.
His master had disappeared after teaching him for only a short time. Some said his master was dead and buried in the Evil King's Tomb, but he refused to believe it.
In Yang Xuyan's eyes, Shi Zhixuan was the most brilliant and gifted man in the world. The Immortal Sealing Art he had created was incomparably powerful. He could never have died suddenly.
He too wanted to capture Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling, but more to find Shi Zhixuan than for the Sacred Sarira, because he had no idea how to absorb the vital essence within it.
What he sought was the throne, not the title of Number One Under Heaven.
As long as he found his master Shi Zhixuan, he could unite the Holy Sect