The Grand Sect Competition is held once every thirty-three years. About three years have passed since the last one, so there are still thirty years to go. Thirty years sounds long, but in reality it goes by in a flash. Yuchi was very curious whether, by the time of the next Grand Sect Competition, it would still be Feng Zhaoyang leading the disciples of the Legendary Sect over there.
Feng Zhaoyang smiled. "No, I've already left the Legendary Sect. Next time it'll be someone else. And if you happen to run into that woman who abandoned us, then you should disguise your identity and really lay into her, lash her hard, and then shove her away with one push. That'll count as avenging me!"
Yuchi: "…"
Smiling, he cupped his hands to Feng Zhaoyang, and the other did the same to him. The conversation came to an abrupt end; what needed to be said ended here.
"I'm off," Feng Zhaoyang said.
"Don't go and die," Yuchi said.
