Kunpeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Why did it have to be Ye Jun, of all people?
There was no denying that Ye Jun had helped Kunpeng back when the Dao was preached at Zixiao Palace.
As if he hadn't heard the mockery in Ye Jun's words, Kunpeng slowly asked, "Fellow Daoist Ye Jun, what do you mean by this?"
Ye Jun knew without asking that Kunpeng was referring to the power of Ancestor Hong Yun's Nascent Soul in his hand.
"Spare others when you can. You and Ancestor Hong Yun never had any deep enmity. Now that you've obtained the Primordial Violet Qi, why be so relentless?"
Ye Jun studied the mass of Ancestor Hong Yun's Nascent Soul before him.
He could faintly sense a fluctuation of Nascent Soul power. It seemed Ancestor Hong Yun was trying to communicate something.
"Fellow Daoist Hong Yun, is there anything you'd like to say?" Ye Jun asked, immersing his Divine Sense within it.
"Fellow Daoist Ye Jun, that scoundrel Kunpeng ambushed and plotted against me. If you'll take action, I'll give you this Nine-Nine Soul Scattering Gourd."
Ancestor Hong Yun's resentful voice rang in Ye Jun's mind.
Ye Jun had just witnessed the power of the Nine-Nine Soul Scattering Gourd. Under normal circumstances, he would never have let it go.
But today was different. More precisely, there was something different about Ancestor Hong Yun's situation.
The Heavenly Dao had its cycles. Ye Jun simply couldn't interfere.
"Fellow Daoist Hong Yun, it isn't that I'm unwilling to help. I'm sure you can sense it too: this is fate, and it's difficult to change."
Ye Jun spoke slowly, then withdrew his Divine Sense and turned to Kunpeng. "Ancestor Hong Yun is dead, and you've obtained the Primordial Violet Qi. Hand Ancestor Hong