The Head of the Hall of Crimson Blade

Yun Yang continued to speak in a low voice, "Marshal Yang contributed meritoriously to Yutang during this lifetime; other than making a mistake during the Nine Supremes' incident, he had not done anything wrong. He had even given up his life to expunge his regret. This is why I didn't do anything to the child! He is still alive and well now!"

Venerable Lord Ice quivered, tears streaming down his face. He suddenly kneeled down and bowed fervently to Yun Yang, "Thank you, Young Master Yun! Thank you, Lord Supreme Cloud! Thank you, Lord Supreme Cloud!"

If Venerable Lord Ice still could not discern that Yun Yang was actually Supreme Cloud, all these years he had spent living would be a waste!

"Shush! Someone's coming!" Yun Yang chided sternly.

Venerable Lord Ice was bent over in gratitude, but he did not make another further noise. There was the sound of a sob bubbling in his throat, but he had suppressed it. Thankfulness and contentment filled his heart.

Yun Yang sighed.