"Sect Master, you need not worry. I will not participate in the Summit of the Celestial Mountain. My junior sister will represent the Qingcheng Mountain Sect. Before that, I will handle the affairs of the Nine Swords Sect!"
Wang Yang understood Xiang Zhen's kindness and his concerns, and smiled as he spoke.
"It seems you have already made up your mind! By the way, I heard you registered for the Dragon Martial Assembly today. Are you aiming for that Divine Martial Pill?"
"Indeed!"
Being asked like this by Xiang Zhen, Wang Yang felt a bit embarrassed, but he did not deny it and acknowledged it straightforwardly.
"Why go through so much trouble? Take it!"
With a wave, Xiang Zhen sent a porcelain bottle shooting towards Wang Yang, who grabbed it effortlessly in the void with five fingers.
