Qin Han's eyes narrowed.
"Misty Cloud Sect... hadn't it already been disbanded?"
Nalan Yanran, beside him, replied, "It was only temporarily disbanded. One day, my master and I will surely restore the glory of the Misty Cloud Sect."
Qin Han looked at Yun Potian.
Yun Potian nodded.
"I have already passed down all of my inheritance to Yanran and Yun Yun. The two of them are the last hope of my Misty Cloud Sect. Whether the Misty Cloud Sect can reappear on the Dou Qi Continent in the future will depend on their fortunes.
After saying that, he took the initiative to explain, "Of course, rest assured. I have already instructed them that the grievances with the Xiao Clan are completely settled. Even if the sect rises again in the future, it will never choose the Jia Ma Empire."
"Furthermore, unless the two of them reach the Dou Zun realm, they will never casually establish a sect again."
Qin Han understood the implication behind his words.
"So, Senior hopes that I will... protect the two of them?"
Yun Potian nodded.
"I wonder, little friend, would you agree to this transaction?"
Qin Han did not answer immediately, a thoughtful expression appearing on his face.
"I want to know exactly what Senior's condition entails."
He asked very directly.
"Does it mean protecting them until they break through to Dou Zun? Or... if they rebuild the Misty Cloud Sect someday and the sect encounters trouble, I lend them a hand?"
The question was far too specific.
The word "protect" alone was too vague. If he was not careful, he might become entangled in karma and be burdened with trouble he could never shake off.
Yun Potian fell silent.
At first, he had indeed harbored a small ulterior motive. As long as Qin Han