When Yun Leng saw the trace of coldness in Yun Shan's eyes, his spirits immediately lifted. He hurriedly shouted, "Old Sect Master, I could have handled today's matter properly, but this fellow who resembles Xiao Yan suddenly appeared. His strength is unfathomable. Only you, Old Sect Master, can deal with him."
"Mm. Briefly explain what happened. In all these years, this is the first time our Misty Cloud Sect has been damaged to such an extent." Yun Shan tucked his hands into his sleeves and spoke calmly.
As he spoke, Yun Leng hastily recounted how the Mo Clan, an outer sect elder, and several disciples had been wiped out two years ago, with Xiao Yan suspected of involvement. Throughout his account, he constantly exaggerated and slandered them, even pinning the mysterious expert from back then onto Xiao Yao in the sky.
Unfortunately, Yun Leng believed his wild fabrication could not possibly be true, yet the truth was often precisely like this.
At last, Yun Leng forcibly coughed up a mouthful of blood, making himself look even more miserable. Clutching his chest, he said sorrowfully, "Old Sect Master, although Mo Cheng was merely a steward of our Misty Cloud Sect, the entire Mo Clan was annihilated. Even our outer sect elder was killed that day, and they did not even leave us a corpse. If our Misty Cloud Sect remains indifferent to such vile acts, who will dare serve the sect in the future? Wouldn't that only chill everyone's hearts?"
After hearing Yun Leng's words, Yun Shan calmly looked toward Xiao Yao and the others in the sky. He slowly took a step forward, and his figure appeared not far from them.
"Yun Yun, what are you doing? Leave at once!" Yun Shan's voice, amplified by Dou Qi, rang out like