Wei Yan knew that if he stayed any longer, he'd only embarrass himself further, so he slunk off with his tail between his legs.
Still, as long as he kept his life, nothing else mattered.
On the path of cultivation, survival is always the top priority.
If you're dead, what's the point in talking about friendship?
"Brother Lin, thank you so much for saving us. We're all disciples of the Cyan Cloud Sect—if you ever visit, we'll definitely repay your kindness!"
Once Wei Yan left, Junior Sister Yang, striking and bright-eyed, spoke with admiration.
Their sect wasn't considered especially powerful, so meeting someone like Lin Chang'sheng, who ranked first on the Celestial Pride List, made Yang Min's heart flutter.
"You don't have to wait until later to repay the favor. You can do it right now!"
After stowing away the black-robed man's corpse and the shattered Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure in his storage bag, Lin Chang'sheng turned around and spoke.
