As the sun rose in the east, Yang Chan sat cross-legged in his cultivation, completely unconcerned with the events unfolding outside.
The previous night, he had heard a loud commotion in his sleep—the clang of colliding weapons. A fight had clearly broken out, but the sounds had moved away from the Cyan Yuan Pavilion, growing more distant. Naturally, Yang Chan had no desire to get involved.
As long as the threat didn't come near him, there was no need to pay attention. Getting too invested might just bring disaster upon himself.
This was in line with the instructions from Yan Jinfeng and Elder Ji Feng. They wanted the Cyan Yuan Sect disciples in White Jade City to keep a low profile, to ignore the city's happenings, and, if possible, to avoid any contact with them whatsoever.
As the old saying goes: ignore the advice of your elders and you'll pay the price.
Yang Chan was a sensible and low-key person. As long as a threat kept its distance, he couldn't care less.
