The Death of the National Preceptor

"If that's the case, then I shall not trouble you further," said Shangguan Yuyang.

"In a little while, I will visit the mansion, and I will inform Jingyang King in advance," he added before leaving the chamber.

Shangguan Yuyang also rose from his seat. Due to the height difference, he looked up slightly at Gu Lan as he spoke.

Beneath the black robe and hood, his cold and proud countenance now revealed a hint of a smile, rare as the melting of ice by the sun.

Gu Lan chuckled softly, "Very well."

Shangguan Yuyang nodded and departed the elegant room without further delay.

The scent of tea lingered, yet Gu Lan did not immediately leave. He sat beside the seat and quietly summoned the Saint Dragon Clock to awaken the Chiyang Saint Sovereign.

Although he had discerned the identity of the Palace Master of the Yin God Palace through many subtle clues, in reality, he did not know much about Shangguan Yuyang.