A Heavy-Hearted Black-Haired Beauty Visits Grand Elder Peak.

Less than a day had passed since Yang Wei returned to the sect, but now it was the next bright and early morning. He sat at the edge of a cliff, soaking in the beauty of Grand Elder Peak──his own piece of land in the sect.

Yang Wei didn't care much about things like status or wealth. As long as he got respect, he wouldn't complain about anything. That's why he never bothered to assert dominance as the sect's ruler, even though he had the power to. He wasn't bothered when Yuèhuī Ménglóng insisted he start from the bottom upon joining the sect.

To him, those were just trivialities. . .

As long as he got what he wanted, he didn't need to chase after authority just to look cool and in control──it was somewhat like a snobbish child giving away their sweets in school to attract a crowd of "friends" and feel superior.

In other words, a Young Master... Yang Wei thought.

He sighed as he watched the sun rise.

"I really love this place!"