"Yun Potian... was the founding patriarch of the Misty Cloud Sect!" Nalan Yanran went rigid, her mind a tangled mess. She did not even know whether she should leave at once or stay.
Her instincts told her that tremendous danger lurked here.
"Pay no attention to that lunatic just now. He's lost his mind." The old woman smiled.
Is it really appropriate to talk about our Misty Cloud Sect's founding patriarch like that right in front of me? Although Nalan Yanran knew how dangerous the old woman was, she could not help inwardly complaining.
"It seems you still want to save that old fool." Seeing Nalan Yanran's expression, the old woman changed her tone and continued tempting her. "Just split this boulder open, and you can get him out."
Nalan Yanran briefly hesitated.
"Don't believe her. Hurry and find help. They must be at least a Dou Zong..." The weak voice reached Nalan Yanran's ears, making her shudder.
She hesitated no longer, pushing off with her toes and immediately leaving the place.
As she watched Nalan Yanran depart, the old woman's smile vanished, replaced by a dark expression.
"Going to find help? The strongest person in this little sect is probably only a Dou Emperor. Heh heh, as long as whoever comes isn't a High-Rank Dou Zong, I'll possess them the instant they break this open."
"Old fool, you don't have much time left either. In three years at most, I'll have completely refined you!"
She sneered, then silently vanished from the boulder.
A gentle breeze swept past, making the grass and trees sway as though nothing had happened here.
Yet by the time Nalan Yanran returned to her room, her back was soaked with sweat.
She wiped the perspiration from her forehead, a trace of lingering fear in her