In a valley shrouded by clouds and mist in the mountains behind the Misty Cloud Sect, the sect's four most important figures stood with solemn expressions.
They were Yun Shan, Yun Potian, Yun Yun, and Nalan Yanran.
At that moment, the four stood before Xiao Yan like four generations gathered under one roof. Of them, Ancestor Yun Potian looked at Xiao Yan with the greatest anticipation.
"Hey, can you two old geezers stop looking at me like that?" The two old men's burning gazes made Xiao Yan uncomfortable all over.
"Heh heh heh, I'm about to come back to life. Surely this old man can get excited for once." After knowing Xiao Yan for so long, even Yun Potian had picked up the Xiao Clan's corporate culture.
This old bastard. A chill ran through Xiao Yan, and he snuggled closer into Yun Yun's embrace.
"Xiao Yan, stop teasing Ancestor like that." With his arm around her slender waist, Yun Yun blushed faintly and gave him a reproachful glance.
Their elders were right in front of them, yet this fellow was still flirting with her.
While Yun Yun stood there feeling embarrassed, Nalan Yanran gave a soft huff and turned her head away in a sulk.
This bastard keeps flirting with Teacher, but lately he hasn't been flirting with me.
Xiao Yan glanced at Nalan Yanran, who was hopelessly outmatched yet still eager for more, and stopped fooling around. After all, the two old bastards were still watching him with pleading eyes.
His expression turned serious. With a flick of his hand, a black-and-red pill appeared in his palm.
Looking at the Yin-Yang Life Soul Pill in Xiao Yan's hand, excitement once again showed on Yun Potian's aged face.
This meant his resurrection was about to begin.
"Give me a wisp