Yun Lintian fell silent, lost in thought for a moment. Finally, he spoke. "I've never met my mother. My father told me about her situation, but I'm beginning to suspect it might not be as he believes."
Jiu Lang raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Let me be frank, Young Patriarch Yun," he said. "The chances of your mother being alive are, in my estimation, quite low. The Misty Cloud Palace, as I understand it, enforces strict rules. Cultivating their Misty Cloud Divine Art requires absolute chastity."
"However, to have birthed a talent like yourself, she must have been a gifted cultivator in her own right. This suggests she held a high position within the palace. Perhaps she was demoted or subjected to some other form of punishment."
Yun Lintian listened intently, his silence a stark confirmation of Jiu Lang's words. It mirrored his own growing suspicions.
"Just how powerful are they?" Yun Lintian asked calmly.
