Knowing that if he did not agree to this request, this man whose heart had already been broken would probably remain silent forever, Yun Leng frowned and said, "Your daughter is protected by the Alchemist Guild, and the Alchemist Guild has never been divided. Within the Jia Ma Empire, the Alchemist Guild in the Imperial Capital serves as the center, overseeing the guilds in other cities. It is a massive force. Unless it is something important, we will not create unnecessary trouble by provoking it."
Only now did Sun Yi gain a rough understanding of the Alchemist Guild's power. He became even more wary of the old man before him. From his tone, Sun Yi could tell that if the Alchemist Guild stood in the Misty Cloud Sect's way, they would likely be willing to strike even those highly respected alchemists.
Lowering his head again, Sun Yi said in a deep voice, "Leave Qing Shan Town through the northern gate and keep heading into the Monster Mountain Range for about twenty li. There is a basin there. Master Gu Ling had me lead him there. As for where he went afterward, I do not know, because he told me to leave."
He knew that the moment he spoke those words, his life would come to an end.
Looking back on his life—the admiration for the strong in his youth, the longing for adventure in his younger years, and his helplessness in middle age—there were shockingly few things that had left a deep impression on him. His marriage, the time Master Gu Ling discovered he was on the brink of death, and the time his daughter took a master; beyond that, his memories consisted only of endless toil, all for the sake of survival.
"Heh, what a truly dull life," Sun