Sun Buxiao was not remotely surprised to see that old geezer Yun Shan appear.
He had buried himself in a hole for some peace and quiet, trying everything he could to break through to Dou Zong, but the thing Little Yanzi had just whipped up had made rather too much of a racket...
Yun Shan was actually a little dumbfounded himself.
Imagine you were in class, and the teacher's lesson was so fascinating that you were listening with your full attention, swimming through an ocean of knowledge. Then your younger cousin from a lower grade skipped class and set fire to the fuel tanker outside the school gates.
He had not even figured out who the person before him was, or why so many people had gathered around.
"O-old Sect Master!!!"
Yun Leng stood frozen for two or three seconds before an expression of wild delight spread across his face.
"Hahahaha-Sun Buxiao! There's no way you're leaving today! Now that the old Sect Master has emerged from seclusion-"
"Yun Leng!!!"
His face dark, Yun Shan loudly cut Yun Leng off.
"Tell me, what happened here? Who are they? And why has my Misty Cloud Sect's mountain gate been destroyed?!"
"And where is Yun Yun?"
"Master, I'm... here..."
Yun Yun rose unsteadily, but after two steps, she could no longer hold herself up. She sank back onto one knee, breathing heavily.
She still had not completely dispersed the impact of the Buddha's Fury Fire Lotus... What an absolute lunatic, Xiao Yan...!
"Yun Yun! What exactly happened here?"
Seeing Yun Yun so badly injured made Yun Shan's heart clench. He stopped hovering in the sky to show off and hurriedly flew down.
His soul had not yet been completely influenced, and Yun Yun was indeed his most trusted disciple, so he still