"Third matter—" Yun Tengyu continued, "Before dying, this old man looked back upon his life. I do not regret having squandered my years, nor am I ashamed of achieving nothing! Yet I deeply regret that I never used my cultivation to do things for more ordinary people! That Xiao Hua, who knows where he came from... what he said did make some sense! From this day onward, you... must widely produce Rain Condensing Talismans and summon cloud and rain for the drought-stricken common folk of Yu City... and even all of Meng Kingdom. This is this Sect Master's final command. You must set your hearts to it!"
"Yes, we disciples will spare no effort to fulfill Sect Master Senior Brother's final wish!" Yun Qingyu and the others bowed, tears gathering in their eyes.
"Alright, this Sect Master must depart..." Xiao Hua rose to his feet. "This Sect Master has long reserved a place of eternal rest for himself..."
Before Xiao Hua could finish, Yun Qingyu hurriedly said, "Sect Master Senior Brother, this foolish younger brother still has one final question..."
"Oh, speak!" Xiao Hua halted, his heart beating a little uneasily. After all, he had only questioned Yun Tengyu's soul; he truly knew too little about the Yun Lan Sect.
"How should we deal with the Fu family of Jinhua Mountain in Xi Kingdom?" Yun Qingyu asked in a low voice. "Sect Master Senior Brother seemed dissatisfied with the spirit stones they offered, and once Sect Master Senior Brother leaves, our Yun Lan Sect will no longer have any ties with the Fu family of Jinhua Mountain. Should we let them go, or lend them a hand? We ask Sect Master Senior Brother to instruct us!"
"Fu Feng?" Xiao Hua was taken aback, both surprised and troubled. His eyes shifted,