"Someone wants to meet me?" Yang Zhen's eyes lit up, and he blinked as he spoke, "Is the Third Saintess thinking of me?"
Upon hearing this, the Yaochi Holy Lord's expression turned blank, and he gave a wry smile while shaking his head, "If this old man could receive a message from the Third Saintess, then all would be well. The person wanting to meet you is not the Third Saintess—it's someone... with a somewhat special identity. If you do meet her, you must not be too presumptuous; you absolutely must not provoke her anger. Otherwise, the consequences will be very severe."
Yang Zhen was taken aback and said with a strange expression on his face, "What kind of family is she from that she has such a bad temper?"
The Yaochi Holy Lord continued to smile wryly, shaking his head, "I'm somewhat regretting telling you about this now. It would be better for you and that senior not to meet."
Oh, my!