"Can our Soul Guidance Thunder really gain the recognition of these factions?"
Watching these people leave one after another, Tang Ya asked in confusion.
Tang Lan merely smiled. "Recognition? We don't need their recognition."
"Even if they want to buy these things, we may not necessarily sell them."
"But I'm certain that once they learn how powerful these things are, they'll come looking for us again."
Tang Lan's words carried deeper implications.
For a moment, even Tang Ya could not fully grasp what he meant.
Although the representatives of the various factions had all departed, many matters concerning the three branch divisions still required decisions from Tang Sect's senior members.
This was the busiest day Tang Sect had ever experienced.
It was not until late at night that they finished handling all their affairs.
Tang Lan himself then brought Yuan Yan into a secluded cultivation chamber.
"Yuan Yan, I can see that the reason you haven't broken through is not merely because you lack inner calm. There is also a knot in your heart holding you back."
"If that knot remains unresolved, even a genius of this era will be unable to break through!"
Tang Lan sat beside the tea table in the room, looking at Yuan Yan, who sat cross-legged nearby in meditation, before speaking.
At their level, the presence of others no longer affected a Soul Master's normal cultivation.
Yuan Yan naturally heard Tang Lan's words.
His palm slowly clenched, as though he were struggling within an illusion deep in his consciousness.
Before long, the secret chamber fell silent once more.
Yet this state lasted only several dozen breaths before an agitated aura suddenly surged from Yuan Yan's body.
At the same time, a strange eye suddenly floated beside him—the Bewitching Eye.
This eye had come from the