The young man with white hair was clad in a black robe, his appearance strikingly handsome, as he gazed at Jiang Baishan with a hint of indifference:

"Fifth Brother, long time no see."

The person coming was none other than Qin Yun.

He had been hunting Exotic Beasts among the Hundred Thousand Mountains to obtain Inner Cores, but a few days ago, he received a transmission from Ghost Mask, instructing him to capture Jiang Baishan and Lin Ruhua.

He understood.

This was the Demon Sect giving him one last chance.

If he was willing to carry out the task and personally kill Jiang Baishan, it would mean he was ready to sever ties completely with the True Martial Sect, perhaps still having a chance to return to the power center of the Demon Sect, as neither Ghost Mask nor the Grand Elder had completely abandoned him.

But if he was unwilling, it would show he still had sentiments for the True Martial Sect, and what awaited Qin Yun was a lifetime of being a henchman. As for leaving the Demon Sect, it wasn't realistic since he bore the mark of the Demon Sect's Secret Technique, tracking him down even if he escaped to the ends of the earth.

Therefore, Qin Yun came.

He remembered the hardships of these days in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, recalled Lan Yiyi's confessions, and ultimately, he came.

Jiang Baishan looked at the young man with white hair before him, his gaze sweeping over the strands that showed signs of weariness, landing on the familiar yet distant face, with a bitter smile:

"Indeed, it's been a long time. Counting the days, Ba, you've been down the mountain for five years now."

He clenched Lin Ruhua's hand, already having given up the idea of escaping.

The fluctuation of the Power of Heaven and Earth around Qin Yun undoubtedly displayed his strength.

Celestial Human Realm!

Now, the two Jade Pendants left by Ning Qi were completely used up, leaving the two of them nothing but lambs to the slaughter against a Celestial Human Realm expert.

Jiang Baishan was a bit shocked, for Qin Yun, so young, had actually stepped into the field of the Celestial Human Realm, which was simply incredible.

But then, he inexplicably felt a pang of heartache. Although not knowing what had happened, stepping into the Celestial Human Realm at this age without paying some sort of price was impossible, just by looking at Qin Yun's full head of white hair one could get a glimpse.

Back when Qin Yun went down the mountain, Jiang Baishan was the most furious. He cursed Qin Yun as a traitor, even swearing that if one day he met Qin Yun, he would personally break his legs and bring him back to True Martial Mountain to kneel before the master for repentance.

But now.

Upon truly seeing this long-lost eighth junior brother, Jiang Baishan realized the complexity of his emotions.

Qin Yun's eyes showed a trace of complexity, which quickly disappeared:

"Yes, five years, who would have thought it has been so long. How is Master's health?"

Jiang Baishan, with a hint of sarcasm:

"You, as a dignified Saint Heir of the Demon Sect, with eyes and ears everywhere, wouldn't know Master's condition?"

When mentioning Taoist Longshan, he was extremely angry, knowing that when Qin Yun went down the mountain, the most heartbroken was not his fellow senior and junior brothers, but their master himself—it was tantamount to walking towards estrangement with one akin to a child. At one point, it even made Taoist Longshan doubt whether he had a problem with his teaching.

It wasn't until later when the Divine Sword Old Man entrusted his final wish before passing that he began to slowly untangle his heart knot.

Qin Yun was silent, his heart twisted with pain.

At this moment.

In the distance, Elder Ye was already sitting cross-legged, striving to expel the lingering Sword Intent from his wound. Hearing the two practically engaging in casual conversation, he was overwhelmed with anger and shouted:

"Qin Yun, do not forget your task this time! Quickly capture these adulterers!"

Qin Yun merely glanced at Elder Ye indifferently:

"Elder Ye, you might want to worry about your injury first, or you may become crippled."

He had already been there, merely concealing his presence until witnessing the Sword Qi from the Jade Pendant severely injure Elder Ye, only revealing his aura in shock. Though already aware of True Man Tianjian's many achievements, and even having personally seen this unparalleled master in action before, it was only now, in such close proximity, that he truly felt it.

Elder Ye was both shocked and angry.

Soon, he began focusing entirely on healing his injury, as long as Qin Yun didn't let these two people go, he would deal with them personally once he recovered a little.

Qin Yun withdrew his gaze, focusing on Jiang Baishan and Lin Ruhua.

"True Martial Sect... How is everything now?"

Jiang Baishan was about to sarcastically remark, "No need for you to worry," but upon seeing Qin Yun's familiar face, merely coldly snorted:

"Everything is good, under the management of the senior brother, everything is in order. In less than ten or twenty years, the True Martial Sect will surely astonish the world! Recently, senior brother, second senior brother, and third senior sister have even taken on disciples, and Jiu is doing well too."

Perhaps sensing he was about to die, Jiang Baishan was more talkative, discussing some of the happenings in True Martial Sect over the years, not touching on confidential details, just matters related to the various senior and junior brothers and Taoist Longshan.

Qin Yun listened ever more silently, he turned away, not letting Jiang Baishan and Lin Ruhua see the redness in his eyes. Occasionally, a smile would appear on his lips, especially when hearing about Ye Qinghe brewing Peach Blossom Wine again and again, sincerely smiling.

Regret brewed in his chest.

If it hadn't been for that brief moment of misjudgment years ago, he's sure he would have been part of these events, not just a mere listener. If possible, he would rather use all his cultivation to make things right again.

"Thank you, Fifth Brother." Qin Yun's voice sounded calm, yet seemingly a bit reconciled.

Hearing these things from his senior brother's mouth couldn't compare with cold, hard information, harboring a warmth he had longed for.

Jiang Baishan also felt a pang in his nose, he took a deep breath and said:

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