"Thank you, Ancestor Yan."
Feng Yun got to his feet.
He could not help lowering his head and rolling his eyes. You old bastard, I've been kneeling here for ages, and you actually forgot...
Yan Nan asked questions, handled affairs, and enjoyed her granddaughter's massage all at once.
But she had not dealt with any of the gains.
Because there was no time.
They were about to set out to watch the decisive battle.
"You may leave... Feng Yun and Xiao Han, stay behind."
Yan Nan had the others leave first.
She patted Feng Yun's secret report with one hand and said softly, "Feng Yun, all these years, someone in our sect has always been saying something. Do you know what it is?"
"The battle against the Guardians?" Feng Yun asked.
"Exactly."
Yan Nan let out a long sigh and said quietly, "Countless people have said it, generation after generation. For so many years, our Sole True Sect has been far stronger than the Guardians—so much stronger that we should have long since crushed them! Yet we have always maintained only a slightly superior balance of power. Could it be that Yan Vice Head Sect Leader has been holding back all these years?"
"Could it be that Yan Vice Head Sect Leader has some secret agreement with Dongfang Sansan?"
Yan Nan smiled bitterly and sighed. "Feng Yun, do you understand now?"
"I understand!"
Feng Yun even felt like gritting his teeth. His face was full of shame. "Before this, even I, Sun Sun, had such thoughts. But after everything that happened, I finally realized how difficult it was for Ancestor Yan to maintain the situation as it is!"
"Some of them even deliberately created chaos."
Feng Yun ground his teeth. "They were even willing to sacrifice ten or two hundred