"What the… why are you all staring at me like that?"
Seeing the accusatory looks around him, Yang Zhen widened his eyes and said, "Is it forbidden for that guy to be related to me or what?"
Yang Zhen curled his lips, a look of disdain on his face. He scanned the crowd and said, "I don't want to criticize you guys, but why be so petty? Just hearing the name 'Yang' makes you think of me. Is it that hard for me to make a name for myself?"
Saying so, Yang Zhen grabbed the Third Saintess and walked outside, not even caring about inheriting the legacy.
In reality, the legacy was inside the stone stele locked by the Yao Light Lock, and now anyone could take it.
However, the news that people had just received was too shocking, especially that man's name, a single 'Yang' that had shaken Yang Zhen to his core.
It seemed he hadn't clarified whether it was Yang Zhen or False Yang. If that was the case, even jumping into the Yellow River wouldn't clear my name, would it?
