But the enemy was not made of wood; they would not stand still and wait for Ning Qi to come kill them.
In truth, as an assassin organization, Blood Rain Pavilion operated far more covertly than ordinary factions. The difficulty of revenge was not destroying Blood Rain Pavilion, but finding its headquarters.
Ning Qi had considered this, but he had no intention of acting rashly. If he carelessly startled the grass and alerted the snake, and the enemy went into hiding, they would be even harder to find later.
"Rest assured, Master. I remember this, but I will not let it disturb my state of mind. Revenge is one of my goals, but it is not the whole of my life."
Ning Qi spoke earnestly.
Dragon Mountain Daoist inwardly relaxed. What he feared most was Ning Qi continually brooding over it. Yet after their long talk today, he realized he had still underestimated his young disciple's state of mind. That calmness and resilience made even him feel somewhat inferior.
"Blood Rain Pavilion's movements are secretive. Once the Celestial Being Ceremony is over, I will begin looking into this matter. It should not take long before there are results. When the time comes, I will help you."
Dragon Mountain Daoist spoke with confidence.
At the end of the day, Blood Rain Pavilion was merely a first-rate faction. Though it had some tricks up its sleeve, it could not stand against Dragon Mountain Daoist, who had already reached the Heaven-Human Realm. Plenty of people would be willing to give Dragon Mountain Daoist face.
Ning Qi nodded. "Master, when the time comes, leave 'Wind' of the Wind, Rain, Thunder, Lightning to me. I want to avenge myself personally."
Dragon Mountain Daoist froze.
The four Gold-Rank Assassins of Wind, Rain, Thunder, Lightning were all