Yueyin has never left this place, and has been painstakingly researching the Twelfth Level Dragon Fist and the Miao Jiang Gu poison.
All for the sake of one day being able to avenge his father with his own hands.
After years of training, Yueyin's current level has far surpassed Ye Long's fifth-level Dragon Fist; Yueyin's current level is third-level Dragon Fist.
However, Yueyin seemed to be stuck at the third level of Dragon Fist. No matter how much she cultivated, she could not break through to the second level of Dragon Fist, let alone reach her father's first level of Dragon Fist.
Ye Long was not angry at Yue Yin's scolding, nor did he dare to be angry.
"Yueyin, I know you still hold a grudge about what happened back then."
“We are just like you, thinking about avenging your father every day.”
“I have never forgotten that you believed me, and neither have the Twelve Guardians of the Court.”
"This He Dazhu in front of us could very well help us find Miao territory."
"I'm getting old now, and I don't think I'll live much longer."
"My only wish now is to help you get revenge and save my daughter."
Seeing Ye Long speak so earnestly, Yueyin gradually calmed down.
After all, the root of everything that happened back then was the Gu poison in Miao territory, and it had little to do with the Twelve Court Guardians.
Her own father also died voluntarily.
Yueyin lit another cigarette and said, "Old man Ye, you can go now, but leave this toy behind."
After hearing Yueyin's words, Ye Long left without lingering.
"Grandpa Ye, would you like me to push you up the stairs? It's such a long staircase."
Yueyin sneered, "Old man Ye is at least a level five Dragon Fist master, would he be stumped by this lousy staircase?"
As the stone gate slowly closed.
Only He Dazhu and Yueyin remained in the room...
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