The old scholar fell silent. His senior brother's words were cruel, but they were reasonable. In the cultivation world, the weak were meat and the strong ate; if one insisted on benevolence, righteousness, and morality, one would have been swallowed up by other powers long ago.
"Then what should we do now?"
The young successful candidate released his divine sense and swept the surroundings, a cruel smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. "There are no living people nearby anymore. We'll go to the canyon now and wipe out that elder of the Demon Nether Sect."
"Good!"
The two transformed into a streak of escaping light and flew toward the southwest.
As for Young Master Ma, this time he had obtained what he wanted, acquiring the pills he desired from Elder Li. He was in an excellent mood and was just calculating how, once he returned to enter seclusion, a great rise in his cultivation would be right around the corner, when suddenly, an inexplicable palpitation came over him...
The feeling was very strange—a sudden bout of panic and shortness of breath, yet he could not give a reason for it. But Ma Tianming's expression had already changed completely.
Though his cultivation was not high, he had at least stepped onto the immortal path. Foreseeing the future was certainly beyond him, but before major events occurred, there would occasionally be certain omens.
And this bad feeling was something he had never experienced before. Could something have happened to the family?
Ma Tianming stopped his escaping light, his face full of contemplation. Should he go back and ask the elder for help? Doing that would be prudent, but if his feeling turned out to be wrong...
He could not shoulder the blame for disturbing him without cause no matter what.