The Misty Cloud Palace disciples were similar to the Misty Cloud Sect disciples back in his world. However, they were colder and more unapproachable. Yun Lintian could also sense a trace of the Misty Cloud Divine Art's aura within their bodies.
Putting aside their profound strength, Yun Lintian felt as if he had returned to his sect.
Yun Lintian withdrew his gaze and looked at the crowd ahead. He spotted Fu Mingyao in the distance, her face pale and drawn. She was accompanied by several members of her family, their expressions stern and unforgiving.
He averted his gaze, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention. He knew that his presence here was a risk, but he was determined to see his mother, no matter the cost.
As the crowd made its way towards the gate, Yun Lintian felt a surge of anticipation. He had thought he would feel nothing, but the reality was entirely different. This was about his mother, a figure he had been yearning for.
