"Wuyou, I see Han Yang as reckless and foolish, relying on his talent to act wantonly. He is not worth such effort from our Zhang Family!"

"Uncle Ancestor, trust me, Wuyou will not misjudge. Han Yang's actions must have deeper meaning."

In the night, two figures stood before the Cliff of Reflection.

One was the newly appointed direct disciple, the Third Young Master of the Zhang Family, Zhang Wuyou.