"I've already told Yun'er everything I have to say. I imagine you know it all too, Elder Yun. What matters now is whether you believe me."
Yan Lin knew that since Yun Shan had been willing to come down the mountain to meet him, he must already have begun to waver.
"Yun'er did tell me, but I need to see proof." Yun Shan's world-weary eyes scrutinized Yan Lin sharply.
Through Wu Ying's own nephew, Yan Lin had learned of his collusion with Wu Ying, as well as the underhanded measures Wu Ying had taken against him. That explanation did make sense.
But Yun Shan was not Yun Yun. He had yet to establish any trust in Yan Lin and placed more faith in seeing with his own eyes. He needed concrete evidence before he could believe him.
Yan Lin was straightforward, summoning the Myriad Soul Banner again and releasing Wu Ying's nephew.
Seeing the Soul Envoy Dou Emperor's familiar attire, Yun Shan frowned, his belief growing only a little.
An unconscious undead spirit was hardly convincing. Had Wu Ying not explicitly stated that Yan Lin had killed his nephew, Yun Shan's trust would scarcely have increased at all.
This was still not enough to win his complete trust.
"This isn't enough," Yun Shan said bluntly.
Seeing that her teacher did not trust Yan Lin, Yun Yun called out, "Teacher," wanting to speak on Yan Lin's behalf, but Yun Shan cut her off with a wave. He needed concrete proof; otherwise, he could hardly trust Yan Lin completely and sever his cooperation with the Soul Hall altogether.
Although he favored secluded cultivation, he also felt a powerful sense of belonging to the Misty Cloud Sect. Restoring the sect's former glory was both his duty as sect leader and his lifelong ambition.