"If you don't go see them, how will you know whether they're doing well?" the old man said.
Mu Jianchen pondered for a moment, then finally nodded.
"Fine... I'll just... see them from afar."
The Deputy Cult Master nodded in satisfaction, inwardly exclaiming that half the plan had already succeeded.
As long as he brought Mu Jianchen to Shu Mountain and let him witness with his own eyes what his children had suffered there, he could stir Mu Jianchen's resentment toward Shu Mountain.
Mu Jianchen was also an extremely emotional man.
Using him as a chess piece against Shu Mountain could not have been better.
The Death Immortal truly knew everything and could do anything.
The Deputy Cult Master's public identity was Qingcheng Mountain's senior disciple.
No one knew that he had joined the Death Cult in his early years, even becoming its Deputy Cult Master.
The Deputy Cult Master brought Mu Jianchen with him, using Qingcheng Mountain as cover, and entered Shu Mountain without incident.
During the Shu Mountain Grand Competition, countless people came to witness Shu Mountain's true splendor.
Thus, when the Deputy Cult Master led Mu Jianchen straight toward Shushan Academy, no one paid them much attention.
Mu Jianchen looked around, hoping to encounter that figure, yet also deeply worried.
The Deputy Cult Master stroked his beard.
A mother and child all alone—if Yun Ran's master had not been the Shushan Sect Leader,
Yun Ran might have been expelled from the sect long ago. How could she still have the qualifications to remain in Shu Mountain?
Just imagine it: a woman raising a child of unknown parentage.
In Shu Mountain, they would surely suffer all manner of gossip and slander. How could they possibly be living well?
The two arrived at Shushan Academy and saw, from afar,