Before long, Uncle Yin returned to his cave abode. He took out the Ruyi Pearl and activated its restrictions. A moment later, an image appeared: Bai Menghui, looking furious. As soon as he saw Uncle Yin, Bai Menghui launched into a tirade. "Poor Pang Daojun—after a lifetime of fame, he ended up with a son who's completely useless. What top-tier genius? What unrivaled Qingyun? Now I know rumors can't be trusted. Believe them, and you might lose your life. I risked everything for Pang Qingyun, even my own life, and he still suspected I was a mole. If I hadn't been lucky, I'd be dead now."
As he spoke, Bai Menghui yanked open the front of his robe, revealing a massive, ghastly wound that covered two-thirds of his chest.
"His Lordship has spoiled this son far too much," Uncle Yin said. "He rushed to bring him to maturity. His cultivation caught up, but his character never did. He's no good at getting things done, yet he's more than capable of ruining them. But, Brother Bai, things have come to this. Even if we don't act for the young master, we still have to act for ourselves."
"What do you mean, Uncle Yin? If you're going to tell me to put the past behind us and risk my life for him again, I'd advise you to save your breath."
Uncle Yin shook his head. "I'm not going to talk about the young master anymore. Let's talk about Xu Yi. What do you think of him?"
Bai Menghui's expression changed dramatically. After a long silence, he let out a heavy sigh. "Uncle Yin, to be honest, I deeply regret getting involved with Xu Yi just to repay my debt to Daojun. I've never seen a monster like him. If he had nothing