Before he could finish speaking, Yun Shan's palm had already landed on his forehead.
Surging Dou Qi instantly destroyed his brain, then shattered his internal organs.
Yun Leng's eyes widened, and then all signs of life left him.
"Yun Leng, this is your final contribution to the sect. Rest assured, in the records of our Misty Cloud Sect, you will still be an outstanding elder. I will look after your family, descendants, and disciples."
A cold smile appeared at the corner of Yun Shan's mouth.
In his heart, Xiao Yan was someone both he and the Misty Cloud Sect had to curry favor with. Their future path depended on it, and anyone who interfered with that goal had to be eliminated.
"Judging by the time, Xiao Yan should be here by now. Heh, Yun'er, I hope you don't disappoint your master. Unless absolutely necessary, I would rather not resort to unsavory methods."
With that, his figure vanished from the room.
In the history of the Misty Cloud Sect, Yun Leng, the twenty-ninth Great Elder, had made outstanding contributions to the sect, but ultimately died suddenly in his room after his cultivation went astray.
The Misty Cloud Sect's plaza lay halfway up an enormous mountain. At that moment, Yun Potian floated above his own spirit tablet, gazing at the plaza with a heart full of emotion.
Back then, he had personally used his power as a Dou Zun to level the ground and build this plaza. Now, nearly a thousand years later, the plaza remained unchanged, while he had become a wandering ghost.
Just then, a figure flapping Dou Qi Wings streaked across the sky, making Yun Potian's eyes light up.
"Our young friend Xiao Yan is here." Yun Potian drifted over.
"Since your Misty Cloud Sect personally invited this young