Yun Shan looked helplessly at his disciple, who was bawling like a little girl, and guilt and heartache involuntarily surfaced in his eyes.
Xiao Jin took the opportunity to examine Yun Shan. He wore an extremely plain white robe and carried an otherworldly air about him. His face bore none of the wrinkles one would expect from an old man; instead, it resembled a piece of warm jade.
Judging from his appearance alone, Xiao Jin knew that the Yun Shan before him had not yet been corrupted by the Soul Hall.
Even though he stood opposed to the Misty Cloud Sect, Xiao Jin had to admit that Yun Shan truly deserved to be called a model of the Jia Ma Empire at this time.
He acted rationally, distinguished right from wrong, and would not casually vent his anger on others merely out of favoritism. By nature, he preferred quiet cultivation and disliked conflict.
What a pity. Such a man had ultimately become involved with the Soul Hall. Not only had it cost him his life, but it had also dragged down the Misty Cloud Sect's thousand-year foundation.
Once Yun Yun's sobs gradually subsided, Yun Shan let out a soft sigh. "Yun'er, you've had a hard time these past years."
As Yun Yun's teacher, how could he possibly not know that his disciple was unsuited to the position of sect master?
Unfortunately, he had not taken many disciples in his lifetime, and Yun Yun possessed the greatest talent among them.
When Yun Shan was an Eight-Star Dou Emperor, he chose to pass the position of sect master to Yun Yun.
At that time, Yun Yun had already reached the Dou Emperor realm and was the strongest person in the entire Misty Cloud Sect apart from him.
Yet he had still made