That night, within a certain courtyard of Taizhen Palace, the noise still had not subsided.
Real or fake, those fellow daoists who had come to see the True Master Tianyang for the last time had already departed, leaving only the members of the Pure Yang Palace.
This clamor came from those very disciples of the True Master Tianyang.
True Master Tianyang had passed away suddenly, and his eldest disciple Yun Lai had perished yesterday, defeated by Lin Jianfeng. The next Palace Master of the Pure Yang Palace was yet to be decided, and those with ambition naturally would not let this opportune moment slip by.
"Fellow disciples, our master has just passed, and our eldest brother has also met with misfortune and died. As the saying goes, 'an elder brother is like a father,' I shall take care of the Pure Yang Sword on our brothers' behalf."
"Brother, what do you mean? The Pure Yang Sword is a symbol of the Palace Master, how could you..."
