The dust and mist had yet to disperse when Su Shi'er raised his voice in a shout before the distant attacks could resume.
"Fellow Daoist Yun, since you have come, why not show yourself?"
"Did you launch a sneak attack so suddenly because you intend to disregard the thousand-year friendship between the Yun Ge Sect and the Mist Concealment Sect?"
Within the distant mountain forest, an astonishing power continued to rise and gather, showing no sign of dissipating because of Su Shi'er's words.
Yet Yun Wuxia's indifferent voice rang out from within.
"What a thousand-year friendship between two sects. If not for your Yun Ge Sect's schemes, how could so many of my Mist Concealment Sect fellows have died such miserable deaths?"
"Under such circumstances, do you think there is still any friendship to speak of between our two sects?"
Su Shi'er hastily continued, "Schemes? Fellow Daoist Yun, what do you mean by that? No one could have predicted what mishaps might arise while breaking the formation."
"We are still baffled by what happened here. What exactly occurred during the formation-breaking process? Fellow Daoist Yun, why not calm down first? Let us have a proper talk. There may be some misunderstanding behind all this."
As he spoke, Su Shi'er fixed his gaze in the direction from which Yun Wuxia's voice had come. True Yuan secretly circulated within him, though outwardly he appeared to have no intention of making a move at all.
"A misunderstanding? Your Yun Ge Sect came together with people from the Sinful Path. What purpose did you have in mind? Do you truly think this palace mistress does not know? What misunderstanding could there possibly be?"
Sensing the hostility in Yun Wuxia's tone, Su Shi'er remained unhurried as he spoke again.
"People from the Sinful Path? Junior