"Teacher."
Seeing Yun Shan arrive, Yun Yun quickly rose and bowed respectfully.
Yun Shan nodded slightly. His gaze softened for an instant when it rested on Yun Yun, but as he turned to Yun Leng and the others, his voice abruptly grew cold, like a cutting winter wind. "It was my decision to have Yun'er gather these medicinal ingredients."
"What, do you have objections?"
His words were calm, yet carried an unquestionable authority and challenge.
Yun Leng's heart trembled, and cold sweat seeped from his forehead.
But remembering that he represented the hardliners, possessed considerable seniority, and was a pillar of the sect with many supporters behind him, he forced himself to speak. "Please quell your anger, former Sect Leader. We did not intend to defy you. This matter simply has far-reaching consequences."
"The resources the Sect Leader requested would nearly empty the sect's reserves accumulated over decades. It could very well undermine our foundations."
"For the sect?" Yun Shan interrupted him, his lips curling into an icy smile that chilled Yun Leng and the others to the bone. "Do you truly believe that the leader of a sect, who knows more of the Misty Cloud Sect's secrets than anyone and is its strongest member, values the sect less than you do?"
Yun Leng was immediately at a loss for words.
Yun Shan stared coldly at Yun Leng, his Dou Zong pressure bearing down on him like a tangible force. "I successfully broke through to Dou Zong, but fell victim to someone's scheme. Fortunately, Yun'er managed to enlist Mr. Chu Zhou to refine a grade seven pill."
"By trying to stop her, do you intend to throw away this hard-earned opportunity to work with a seventh-rank alchemist and leave my condition unresolved?"
At these words, Yun Leng dropped to his