Jun Huang did not touch the cup of tea brimming with spiritual energy; he cut to the chase, his voice slightly low:
"Daoist Yun, I apologize for the intrusion. I have come this time to inquire about the matter of my sister Jun Yixue's demise in Zangtian Palace. Do you have any memory of her?"
Upon hearing this, Yun Tianji's smile slightly faded, revealing a hint of somberness and reminiscence.
He pondered for a moment, shaking his head with a bit of helplessness, his tone carrying genuine apology:
"I'm truly sorry, but I do not have a deep impression of your sister. The situation back then was too chaotic and brutal; all sides were fiercely battling. Preserving oneself was difficult enough, truly hard to spare attention elsewhere."
