"I'm asking you one last time, do you want these things or not?"
Ye Tianjue was seething with anger.
It was as if Yang Xiao's refusal to accept his legacy was some unforgivable sin.
Initially, deep down, Ye Tianjue had been truly reluctant to part with these things.
It was just as Yang Xiao had thought.
They were the proof of his existence, and he had even worried that Yang Xiao might go back on his word.
But now, whether it was Yang Xiao's respect for the fallen True God of the Ye Family within the God-Suppressing Coffin or his attitude toward him, it all made Ye Tianjue feel he had entrusted everything to the right person.
So, naturally, he felt he had to look out for him.
But Yang Xiao, too, had his principles.
He was especially exasperated to see this man trying to force his belongings on him.
He felt truly helpless.
But he still shook his head.
No meant no.
