Yang Ying's voice was gentle, but also decisive. It was her way of telling Wang Meng that their agreement had come to an end. After all, Wang Meng had already achieved his goal. In truth, Yang Ying could have simply ignored him, but out of courtesy, she came to bid him a formal farewell.
"Thank you for all your trouble during this time, Senior Sister. If we meet in the Grand Competition, you must go all out. I certainly won't be holding back."
Wang Meng gave a brilliant smile and held out his hand.
Yang Ying paused for a moment, then extended her own hand. The two shared a light handshake. Yang Ying then threw out her flying sword and soared into the sky, as elegant and graceful as ever, without a trace of hesitation.
And that was exactly what Wang Meng wanted: clean and decisive!
