The moment they met, Qin Han spoke first. "Senior, you don't seem to be in very good condition."
His words were blunt, without any empty pleasantries.
Yun Potian revealed a carefree smile.
Yet on that nearly transparent face, the smile carried an indescribable bleakness.
Fortunately, he himself did not seem to mind it and even had the mood to joke.
"I am merely a Remnant Soul. Being able to borrow Yanran's body to return to the Dou Zun realm for a time has already burned away all my origin energy."
"If you had emerged from seclusion a few days later, I fear you would not have made it in time to see this old man."
Qin Han's heart stirred slightly.
"You left before that attack exploded... to protect this Life-and-Death Gate?"
Yun Potian nodded. "After all, this was the sect I personally founded back then. I can abandon everything else. But... the resting places of the Sect Leaders and Grand Elders from every generation—I must preserve those for them."
"It can also be considered the final trace left behind by my Misty Cloud Sect in the Jia Ma Empire."
After saying that, a trace of dimness flashed through Yun Potian's eyes.
Nalan Yanran, standing beside them, was in no better mood.
Hearing this, Qin Han could not help but feel somewhat sorrowful.
A Strong Expert whose name had once resounded across the Northwest Continent centuries ago, who had founded the Misty Cloud Sect with his own hands, was now reduced to a fading phantom sitting atop his own grave, waiting for a young man he had known for only a few days.
"Why did you summon me here, Senior?" Qin Han suppressed the faint sentiment in his heart and asked directly.
Yun Potian did not answer at once.
He looked