"Of course not." Sun's voice was nonchalant. "I used that Fan Zhao as a base, forged a wisp of Holy Power, and helped your grandson make a name for himself. You should be thanking me."
"Thank you?" Qin Yun's expression darkened. "You old ghost, you really think you're a Spirit Fragment left by a Sun Tier master? If I reveal your true identity to the other Sects, what's left of your consciousness will probably be wiped out instantly."
Sun sneered, "Then why didn't you expose me just now? If we hadn't worked together to sacrifice those Morning Star Tier Professionals, you wouldn't have made it out alive either."
"You expose me, we die together."
Hearing this, Qin Yun's face twitched.
"Qin Yun, you're no saint either." Sun's words were filled with scorn. "In the deal we made, you were supposed to find me a Divine Dawn Level body. Instead, you put me in your grandson's body and sealed my consciousness."
"What? Did you want me to become his nourishment? You underestimated me."
