"Even though those who had grudges against us let us be when all that was left of the Clear sword river sect was some outer disciples and servants, it didn't mean they let us go completely."
Wang Yi sighed as a look of hatred, frustration, and resignation flashed in his eyes.
"When we came here, we clashed with some of the local forces here before we could settle down. Even though everything valuable had been taken by that domain expert, we still had a few personal trinkets with us, which even though weren't worth much, were still able to help us to create a footing in this place,"
Wang Yi paused as he took another sip of his tea, as he habitually poured Yang Qing another cup too. He may be a sect master now, but he had been a servant far longer. Some of the habits he had from back then would show themselves every now and then.