Cui Zhongfa instinctively took half a step back, warily watching the overly enthusiastic smile on Yun Che's face.
He steadied himself and laughed awkwardly. "Brother Yun, is there... anything else? My young disciple has only just been rescued, and she's still very weak. I need to hurry back with her to treat her injuries."
Yet Yun Che seemed not to hear the evasion in his words and instead leaned closer. "I can tell you're finding it hard to say, but you've seen my strength. Maybe I can help you resolve it."
Cui Zhongfa hesitated. From his wavering gaze, it was not hard to tell that this matter might involve his personal dignity.
After a long while, Cui Zhongfa seemed to think of something. A cold glint flashed through his eyes, and he finally gritted his teeth and spoke.
"It's shameful to admit, but I never imagined that the son I spent my entire life raising would turn out to be that treacherous disciple's flesh and blood. No wonder that unfilial son was always so cold toward me, yet so close to that traitor. Looking back now, they knew who they were to each other all along. I was the only one kept in the dark. So unless that boy dies, I won't be able to get past this. I'm afraid I'll never make any further progress in this lifetime because of it."
"But that unfilial son is now the Holy Son of the Wind God Sect, and his strength surpassed mine long ago. There's nothing I can do to him. Are you truly willing to offend a divine sect no weaker than the Heavenly Tomb Hall over something that has nothing to do with you?"
``` "Ding! Cui Zhongfa has issued you a God-Tier Mission: kill Cui Bing, the Holy