After receiving the two secret messages from Shen Xuan, Ding Yijin was filled with gratitude.
Reclaiming Cyan Dragon Bay was his greatest obsession in life.
Even now, he often wakes up from nightmares.
When escaping Cyan Dragon Bay, his father's admonitions and the tragic state of his clan haunted his dreams, like lingering ghosts that wake him from nightmares.
Ding Yijin's fingers trembled slightly as he held the two Jade Scrolls containing secret messages.
He did not read the letters.
However, Shen Xuan had already informed him of their contents.
The Red Rainbow Sect and Celestial Skill Sect would withdraw from Cyan Dragon Bay within half a year and hand it over to the Ding Family cultivators.
"True Master Shen..."
Ding Yijin's voice choked, and tears streamed down his aged face.
He bowed deeply, his forehead striking the cold stone floor with a dull thud.
Cyan Dragon Bay was the ancestral land of the Ding Family, and it was the hometown he could never forget.
