In the palm of Sikong Tianchen’s hand was a magnificent gem with saintly heavenly patterns which would make a beautiful pendant. Naturally, the saintly heavenly patterns made it extremely valuable.

"No, thank you," said Weisheng Ruosu.

"Alright, I’ll prepare something else next time. I hope you’ll accept it then," Sikong Tianchen earnestly replied.

"There’s no need for that. Stop sending me gifts."

"As you wish." Sikong Tianchen nodded, put away the gift, and said his goodbyes. Then he ran up to the Cloudmist Sword School team and left the banquet hall.

"What’s the hurry? She’ll be yours sooner or later," glared Sikong Jiansheng.

"Yes, Grandfather.” Sikong Tianchen kept his head lowered, the sharp edge of a sword dancing in his eyes.

"Senior Brother...."

There was a young beauty beside him, dressed in plain robes. Though she was graceful, her appearance was incomparable to Weisheng Ruosu. She was Jing Xuan, the second disciple of the Cloudmist Sword School.

…...

With the uninvited guests gone, the remaining parties sat in awkwardness.

"Brother Weisheng,...