As she spoke, Yun Yun watched Yang Chen's retreating back with a complicated gaze.
There were things Yun Yun did not say aloud. She suspected that the Misty Cloud Sect's lost inheritance had fallen into Yang Chen's hands—or rather, the Yang Clan's hands.
While investigating some of the sect's secret records recently, Yun Yun had uncovered quite a few things. That was when she began to suspect Yang Chen's earlier forcible dismantling of the Misty Cloud Sect's grand protective formation.
That was also why she had come to Yang Chen today to plead for mercy.
Although the Yang Clan had stolen the Misty Cloud Sect's core inheritance, Yang Chen's parents had ultimately died at Yun Shan's hands. Those were still two human lives.
Yun Yun had come today in hopes that Yang Chen could reconcile with the Misty Cloud Sect—that he would forgive her teacher's past wrongs, while she would no longer pursue the matter of the stolen core inheritance.
After all, according to the Misty Cloud Sect's rules, the sect should have fought Yang Chen to the death until the Yang Clan's bloodline had been completely eradicated.
"You're right. The Misty Cloud Sect's inheritance is indeed in my hands."
What surprised Yun Yun, yet somehow seemed perfectly reasonable, was that Yang Chen did not deny it.
Of course. With his proud nature, he had never denied anything he had done. Yun Yun laughed bitterly at herself.
But in the next instant, Yang Chen slowly turned around. His expression was cold as he looked at Yun Yun, making her heart skip a beat. What he said next caused her face to change slightly.
"Have you ever considered why the Misty Cloud Sect's core inheritance ended up in my hands? Have you ever considered why Yun Shan came into contact with