Everyone understood that the key was to find the father and son. Whether it was Floating Cloud Valley or the Fire Spirit Sect and its allies, they had dispatched countless disciples to investigate everywhere.
Yet Lin Xuan handled matters cleanly and decisively, leaving behind no trace whatsoever. The major sects had bustled about for half a day, yet still found nothing.
After refining the pills, Lin Xuan had once come out for some fresh air and heard this news from Zhao Ming. His expression remained calm, but inwardly, he was greatly astonished.
He had never imagined that the deaths of the father and son would stir up such a huge uproar. Of course, Lin Xuan felt neither guilt nor self-reproach.
First of all, Yan Tianheng had ambushed members of the Wang Family to seize their cultivation technique; it had nothing to do with him. Secondly, he had killed the father and son only because they had wanted him dead. Was he supposed not to fight back and simply wait for them to kill him?
Lin Xuan was not that foolish. If others did not offend him, he would not offend them; but if others offended him, he would show no mercy. To survive in the Cultivation World, one had to learn to be ruthless. Lin Xuan was not bloodthirsty, but when dealing with enemies, he would never show the slightest womanly softness.
No matter how fiercely the outside world raged, it had little to do with him. If the sky fell, the tall ones would hold it up first—let those elders and experts worry themselves sick over it. As for him, his most urgent task was to focus wholeheartedly on improving his strength.
He instructed Zhao Ming to have the kitchen prepare a large amount of dried provisions and cured