After Hai Bo Dong left, Xiao Yun returned to the room to check on Xiao Yi Xian and Qing Lin. Finding that neither of them was injured and had merely fallen unconscious, he finally relaxed and returned to the courtyard to ponder the matter.
He could actually understand Yao Lao's choice. Once a Dou Zun powerhouse who had dominated the Dou Qi Continent, he had been betrayed by his disciple and could now only linger on in a Storage Ring.
Stranded in the most remote Northwestern Continent, he had finally encountered a monster like Xiao Yun. Naturally, he wanted to use him to revive himself. His methods were simply somewhat less than honorable.
If Yao Lao had to choose between Xiao Yun and Xiao Yan now, he would definitely choose the more talented Xiao Yun. After all, Xiao Yun had already reached the Dou Wang realm at thirteen and was even a Sixth-Tier Alchemist. He might even become a Dou Sheng in the future, making the chances of helping him take revenge and reconstruct his body extremely high.
"So the old fellow had no choice," Xiao Yun muttered. Unlike him, Yao Lao did not know the future plot. He did not know that Xiao Yan cultivated slowly under normal circumstances, but once he ventured out into the world, his level would soar as if he were on a plane.
Meanwhile, the old fellow Xiao Yun spoke of was currently hiding within the black ring on Xiao Yan's finger.
"Sigh, I was still too hasty." Within the Storage Ring, an illusory old man with graying whiskers regretted his reckless actions.
Yao Lao had watched Xiao Yun grow stronger. Even after gaining power, Xiao Yun had not forgotten his clan, remained humble and courteous, and possessed such extraordinary talent. He was practically