As a breeze swept past, a figure naturally appeared beside Chongming, formed entirely from the spontaneous gathering of heaven and earth's Spiritual Qi.
"Father."
At the sight, Chongming's expression turned complicated. Yet before he could speak, his body abruptly vanished from where he stood.
"Hmm?"
Lu Yang raised an eyebrow. As someone equally proficient in such teleportation divine abilities, he could tell that Chongming had been sent out of the Blessed Land.
The next moment, Chongguang looked at him with a faint, mocking smile and said softly, "What, surprised? Did you really think I was like that idiot Chen Taihe, planning to use my children as materials for a Substitution Art? A Sacred Sect True Person like that has only learned a little of the surface. He cannot be considered a true Sacred Sect True Disciple."
"Martial Uncle, your righteousness is admirable."
Naturally, Lu Yang did not argue. He merely clasped his hands and offered a few compliments, though inwardly he did not believe a word of it. After all, this man had set him up not long ago.
Chongguang looked helpless. "Chongming truly is not my backup plan. He is Miaoyin's backup plan."
"Like that idiot Chen Taihe, Miaoyin has been trapped at Foundation Establishment Middle Stage Perfection. She wants to break through to the late stage, yet lacks the confidence to withstand the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation."
"And so there came to be Chongming."
"Unfortunately, Chongming's talent is limited, and he is rebellious. Miaoyin's methods of raising disciples are also inferior to Chen Taihe's, so he has long been unable to meet her needs."
"And this time, she brought Chongming to my Blessed Land most likely to persuade me to seize Chongming's body and preserve the Blessed Land. If I were willing to pay any price to survive, I