Although he disliked twists and turns, and sometimes misunderstood the master's words, didn't he have the instinct to survive?
"You—"
Yang Tianxiu felt a surge of anger stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down.
The bones that had long healed felt a faint pain again, all due to the person in front of him.
"So, Master, do you want to fight?"
You Lun seemed oblivious to Yang Tianxiu's anger and fury, tilting his head and looking at him with confusion.
Yang Tianxiu: Fight what? He had to be able to win first!
"Get out, don't let me see you again!" He roared at You Lun.
Knowing he could no longer control You Lun, keeping him around served no purpose.
In hindsight, he should have forced You Lun to cultivate evil techniques, then he wouldn't have ended up leaving him.
"I bid farewell,"
You Lun didn't linger; after saying this, he turned and left.
