"Yang Qing, the thirty-ninth generation disciple of the Ancient Tomb Sect, have you thought clearly?"
Yang Qing looked at her aunt, seeing the unbearable and disappointed look in her eyes, and felt that her blood was rising and she couldn't bear it. She still stood firm and persisted in her first rebellion. "Auntie, Qing'er has let you down for many years and has no regrets."
"Idiot, your mother left you at the foot of the mountain and ignored you. If I hadn't happened to pass by, you would have been eaten by tigers and wolves. Today, he came to find you, and he must have evil intentions."
"Being kind is a kind of kindness, and Qing'er dare not bear it."
Yang Xue looked at the kneeling Yang Qing, with her straight spine, the child she had worked so hard to bring up. Suddenly, she threw down the package she had prepared for her, "That's all, go ahead!"
Yang Qing kowtowed "dong dong dong", picked up the package, turned around and left, never looking back.
"Yang Qing, the thirty-ninth generation descendant of the Ancient Tomb Sect, refused to obey the discipline and obeyed the teacher's orders. Now she has been betrayed by the teacher, removed from the record, and will never be used again!"
Yang Qing at the foot of the mountain finally shed tears.