"You should have been the pride of my Yun Lan Sect."
Yun Lan Sect.
Mountain Peak.
Inside Yun Shan's cave dwelling.
Yun Shan warmed a pot of Cloud Mist Tea. Five years later, he looked once more at this grand-disciple before him. The boy from his memories had been replaced by the young man now sitting there, and this young man's realm left him deeply shaken. Regret filled his heart. "The founding Grandmaster of our Yun Lan Sect, Yun Potian, was the renowned Cloud Venerable of Central Plains during his lifetime, a Four-Star Dou Zun. Only after he perished in an accident did our Yun Lan Sect withdraw from the Central Plains stage while surrounded by wolves."
"When we first relocated the entire sect to the Yun Lan Mountain Range in the Northwest Continent, we were outsiders. Many local sects of the Northwest Continent once joined forces to suppress us."
"The few Dou Zong Grandmasters we had at the time all fell in one battle after another."
"Later, after those local sects realized that the Yun Lan Sect was a tough bone to chew, they spared the barely surviving Yun Lan Sect on the condition that we did not expand our territory. Old Man joined the Yun Lan Sect during that turbulent era and experienced its bloodshed firsthand."
"Only after Old Man took over as sect leader did I understand how heavy the burden on my shoulders was, and how heavy the burden borne by the Grandmasters and our predecessors had been. Old Man merely repaired the sect. Apart from fighting others in my earlier years, I had not gone to war with any surrounding sect or empire for all these years. We recuperated for over a century before reaching our current state, yet the goal of reviving the sect