On the peak of Cloud Peak, four miles away from Yu Jian Manor, Qing Yu landed with his sword, looking at the old figure sitting cross-legged on a large rock.
"Was it you who stunned the people of Yu Jian Manor?"
"It was me." The old man opened his eyes, revealing azure blue pupils. "Xiao Qianxiu, it has been ten years. Once again, for the last time, I am asking if you will hand over the Heavenly Talent Fragment?"
In his azure eyes, there was an unwavering determination. This final question was also the last ultimatum; Xiao Qianxiu, whether willing or not, would have to hand over the Heavenly Talent Fragment.
"You're quite resolute," Qing Yu chuckled lightly, "is it because you finally found a suitable candidate? It seems this time, you all are determined to succeed. But what can I gain by handing over the Heavenly Talent Fragment?"
