"Thank you, Young Master!"
Brimming with gratitude and fighting spirit, Yang Ying and Yang Biao took the two Jades and departed.
Only Yang Zhentian, Yun'Er, and Yang Xiao remained in the main hall.
Yun'Er's face was filled with delight.
She held the aquamarine pendant she had just received, looking at it from every angle.
She adored it.
Although Yang Zhentian was also overjoyed, he was, after all, the family head and a Martial Grandmaster Level expert, so he naturally maintained a much calmer demeanor.
"Xiao'Er, did you make a protective item for yourself?"
He suddenly remembered something and asked.
Yang Xiao smiled. "Father, are you worried about my safety? You can rest assured on this point. In the entire Celestial Cloud Region, unless a Martial Saint personally takes action, there's no one who can harm me."
"The Young Master is bragging again," Yun'Er said, pouting cutely.
But Yang Zhentian believed him.
In fact, he felt that Yang Xiao might even be too modest.
