Yang Shaorong's voice rang with conviction.
As a disciple, he would never dare claim credit for his master becoming a Grandmaster. In Yang Shaorong's heart, even if Guo Wei wasn't a Grandmaster in title, he was better than one. Although the master and disciple had their own private conflicts, Yang Shaorong had never once doubted Guo Wei's strength.
Whenever he, the eldest disciple, mentioned Guo Wei to outsiders, he felt a great sense of pride.
"Lord Yang is absolutely right. I misspoke just now. Please forgive me."
Feng Junyi, realizing his blunder, quickly corrected himself.
"Master Guo already has you. Why not have him give Chu Lingguang to me? My Soft and Flexible Technique is renowned even in the Imperial City," Eunuch Liu said suddenly.
"You must be joking, Eunuch. My junior brother is our master's closed-door disciple. How could we possibly hand him over to you? Even if my master were to agree, my junior brother might not," Yang Shaorong said with a smile.
