Purple Cloud Holy Land, Yun Feng.
In the courtyard.
A young man sat alone there, eyes closed, seemingly lost in some profound state.
Suddenly.
He opened his eyes, and before him, an elderly man had appeared at an unknown time.
"Master!"
Yunting stood up and gave a slight bow.
Then, he straightened and looked at the person before him with a slightly puzzled expression: "I wonder why Master has suddenly come here today?"
"It's been a while since I last saw you, so I came to check on you."
Ziyun Qishi looked at his disciple, sighing softly in his heart.
Among the Saint Heirs of the Purple Cloud Holy Land's various peaks, this disciple was considered one of the top contenders, with hopes of securing first place in the upcoming Saint Meet competition.
However.
Thinking of the news from the Holy Hall, he realized that matters had already slipped beyond Yun Feng's control.
Some things are not easy to voice.
