"It was nothing. I only lent a hand with a few small things. The one you should thank is a descendant of your Misty Cloud Sect."
Xiao Yan glanced at Nalan Yanran beside him.
"Indeed. I owe this little girl my thanks."
His soul drifting in the air, Yun Potian gave Nalan Yanran a grateful look.
Although the black-clad youth had ultimately carried out the rescue, without this girl bringing him here, Yun Potian feared he truly would not have lasted another three years.
"How has the Misty Cloud Sect fared over the years?" Yun Potian asked softly.
Clearly, he still cared deeply about the sect he had poured his heart and blood into founding.
At the mention of the Misty Cloud Sect, a trace of sadness appeared on Nalan Yanran's face.
"Ever since you disappeared, Ancestor, the Misty Cloud Sect has gradually declined. Now, the former sect master and my teacher are the only two Dou Huang experts in the sect."
Hearing this, Yun Potian paused, then gave a bitter smile.
"My fault. It was all my fault."
"If I hadn't kept the Heavenly Cloud Sky-Piercing Art on me at all times back then, the Misty Cloud Sect probably wouldn't have fallen to this state."
"Hey, old man, stop saying useless things. This descendant of your sect saved your life. Aren't you going to show her some appreciation?"
Xiao Yan, who had been watching from the sidelines, suddenly spoke up.
Yun Potian paused, then smiled. "Of course I am."
"Girl, once we return, I'll make your training a priority," he said kindly.
"Thank you, Ancestor. With your return, I'm sure the day will come when our Misty Cloud Sect regains its glory." Nalan Yanran remained quite courteous.
Xiao Yan, however, had no intention of being so polite.
"Old man,