Du Jun wasn't a impulsive person; only in front of Yun Ran did he seem like a useless middle-aged man.
But outwardly, his shrewd competence quickly returned, and he wouldn't say anything until he understood the current situation.
To these people, his tone carried regret that Yun Ran was entangled by resentment, but his eyes were filled with amusement.
Du Jun inwardly sneered. If he hadn't followed Master Yun into the Death Mountain,
perhaps he would have been a little flustered too, worried that the hard-won relationship would fracture.
However, having witnessed Master Yun's methods and those of her powerful apprentice-to-be, he knew that this so-called possession by resentment was nothing to worry about for Master Yun.
With such a secret thought in mind, Du Jun naturally remained calm, confidently seated in the position designated for the Sihui Sect.
