Wuhun: Desert Death on the left hand, the world on the right hand

In the meeting room where the sandalwood tables and chairs were neatly arranged, Mr. Sang stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the white clouds floating outside the window, with a lot of thoughts in his mind. Bai Yun's words just now in the martial arts arena still echoed in his ears, full of lofty sentiments, but also with a hint of determination.

"This child has really grown up, haha..." Sang Lao stroked his beard and muttered to himself, with a hint of relief and a hint of barely perceptible worry in his tone, "It's just... when will Yun'er be able to completely get over the shadow of that incident..."

"Haha..." At this time, a hearty laugh came from the door of the meeting room, interrupting Mr. Sang's meditation. This laugh was full of energy, loud and powerful, with an indescribable vitality, which made people feel happy after listening to it.

Looking up, I saw a middle-aged man who looked 90% like Zhu Weng walking towards me from a distance. He was wearing a green robe and a green bamboo with delicate cloud patterns carved on it hung around his waist. As he walked, his clothes fluttered, and he looked like an immortal.

The biggest difference compared to before is that Zhu Weng's gray hair has now turned mostly black, with only a few strands of silver remaining at the temples, making him look more energetic and radiant. It seems that Zhu Weng, who came out of the Secret Realm of Time, not only successfully transformed into a soul contract master, but also looked a lot younger.

"Successful?" Old Sang's eyes were like shining stars in the night sky, staring closely at Zhu Weng's thick black hair, his tone full of expectation and disbelief.

"Haha, look at my hair, do you think I succeeded?" Zhu Weng smiled heartily and reached out to touch his black hair, his words full of confidence and pride.

"What a miracle! The Secret Realm of Time is truly magical! Not only did it allow you to successfully transform into a Soul Contract Master, it also restored your youth!" Elder Sang looked at the face of Elder Zhu, who looked a dozen years younger, and his tone was filled with envy and admiration. "Tell me quickly, how much soul power do you have now? How many levels have you dropped?"

"I can still maintain the strength of a Level 90 Titled Douluo!" Zhu Weng couldn't suppress his inner joy, his tone full of pride.

"Level 90! Oh my god!" Elder Sang stood up in shock, his eyes wide open, as if he had heard something incredible. "You can actually still maintain your strength at level 90! This is simply unheard of!"

"Haha, I didn't expect this. It seems that this soul contract master is really amazing!" Zhu Weng stroked his beard, his tone full of admiration.

"It seems that I have to find a contracted soul beast as soon as possible. I can't fall too far behind you!" said Old Sang enviously.

"Don't worry, old friend. When you find a suitable soul beast, I will personally protect you!" Zhu Weng patted his chest and promised, and then asked with concern, "By the way, what kind of soul beast do you want?"

"As you know, my martial soul is the Fiery Purple Gold Dragon. I want to find a soul beast with sub-dragon blood, preferably one with powerful attack power."

Elder Sang paced in the hall, frowning slightly, "I have been thinking about a question. Since two soul masters can perform soul fusion skills when their spirits are highly compatible and they trust each other, then if my spirit and the contracted beast can also perform soul fusion skills?"

As soon as this question came out, Zhu Weng couldn't help but fall into deep thought. His originally relaxed expression gradually disappeared, replaced by a solemn expression. He touched his chin, frowned slightly, and seemed to be thinking about something. The hall became quiet, and only the occasional sound of boiling tea broke the silence.

After a moment, Zhu Weng suddenly raised his head, his eyes gleaming with brilliance, and said excitedly: "I think this possibility is very high! If it can really be realized, the strength of the soul contract master will undergo earth-shaking changes! This will be a revolutionary breakthrough!"

"You think so too?" There was a hint of surprise in Mr. Sang's tone, and it was obvious that he was also attracted by this idea.

“Of course! Think about it, we have all seen the power of the Soul Fusion Technique. If a Soul Contract Master can perform a Soul Fusion Technique with his soul beast, what a terrifying power that will be!” Zhu Weng became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he had already seen the scene of the future Soul Contract Master dominating the world.

After a pause, he continued, "Not only that, I think that if a soul bond master's two soul beasts have similar bloodlines, they may be able to perform powerful skills similar to the fusion of martial souls under the coordination of the soul bond master!"

"Great minds think alike!" Mr. Sang slammed the table excitedly, "We can take this as our next research direction!"

"That's right! Now we have built the framework of Baiyun Palace. From now on, it's up to Baiyun and Nasus to take care of it." Elder Sang's tone was full of expectations for the younger generation. "By the way, where are Baiyun, Nasus and the old fox? Why are they nowhere to be seen?"

Zhu Weng then looked around and found that the meeting hall, which was usually bustling with activity, was unusually deserted today, with only the two old guys present.

"The old fox took that girl Lina back to the Xingdou Great Forest. He said he was going to attend a banquet," Elder Sang explained. "Nasus and Baiyun are over at the Arena Square. They are probably still hosting the sect competition!"

At this point, Elder Sang suddenly remembered something. His expression changed slightly, and there was a hint of worry in his tone, "By the way, I feel like there's something wrong with Bai Yun."

"Oh? What's wrong?" Zhu Weng keenly noticed the change in Mr. Sang's tone and asked quickly.

So, General Sang told Zhu Weng everything about Bai Yun's unusual behavior in the meeting room and his suspicion of Xue Wu.

"Ah..." After listening to Mr. Sang's story, Mr. Zhu sighed, his tone full of sympathy and helplessness, "Poor child, he has been blaming himself for his mother's disappearance!"

"You know about this?" Mr. Sang was also surprised.

"Yes, I could have lied to him before, saying that his mother might have been saved by Xue Wu, just to give him a glimmer of hope." Zhu Weng's tone was full of bitterness, "Now, his last glimmer of hope has been shattered. It's really hard for him."

"Have you guessed long ago that there is something wrong with Xue Wu?" asked Old Sang.

"Yes, for these years, I have been secretly investigating this man named Xue Wu, but there has been no trace of him." Zhu Weng's tone was full of helplessness and frustration. "I suspect that this person does not exist at all, or that he not only used a fake name, but also disguised himself!"

"Then what should we do now? Baiyun is too stubborn. I'm afraid he will get stuck in a rut!" Old Sang said worriedly.

"Well, let's take it one step at a time. Let's go see him first and try to persuade him." Zhu Weng sighed, stood up and walked out of the meeting room.

At this time, a fierce competition was going on in the arena square of Baiyun Hall.

"Master, what do you think happened to our uncle today? He has been absent-minded since the awards for the competition were announced." Li Chen handed Nasus a teacup and asked softly.

Nasus took the teacup but did not drink it. He just stroked the rim of the cup with a frown on his face. “I don’t know. Maybe there is something he can’t let go of.”

He looked up at the white clouds in the distance, only to see him sitting alone at the edge of the martial arts arena, staring at the sky in a daze, completely unaware of the competition his disciples were currently conducting.

“No, I have to go see him.” Nasus felt a little uneasy and stood up and walked towards the white clouds.

"Brother Yun, what are you thinking about?" Nasus walked to Bai Yun, put his hand on his shoulder, and asked with concern.