Master Xianzhu was in a daze.
"Disciple, I am your master,
if you cannot show your prowess at the Sword Tournament, you will truly lose your master," she added.
Yang Yan nodded.
"I understand. This is a good thing, you should be happy."
Master Xianzhu felt a line of frustration.
*How could she be happy losing a genius disciple?*
Once Yang Yan left, Bamboo Sword Peak in this generation would have no prospects.
The future would be under the suppression of the other four peaks, always remaining at the bottom.
*Her disciple would lose face, and she, as the master, would have the lowest status, losing all dignity.*
"Good disciple, your master has been so good to you, how can you say losing your master is a good thing?
You should value your master, protect your master," she advised.
"Please stop bothering me in the future. Perhaps at the Sword Tournament,
I will make a move and stand out.
If you keep bothering me every day, having to control everything I do,
