Leng Qiansha's face was exceptionally cold, his eyes fixed from afar on the figure sitting upright in the middle of that lightning pool. Unwillingness gnawed at his heart. "What right does he have to break through to the Nascent Soul so quickly? Back then, to advance to Nascent Soul, my family piled up more than half its supreme treasures."
"Hmph!" Leng Lihui snorted coldly and said in disdain, "Qiansha, your current state of mind is far too poor. You've lost even your most basic judgment and confidence. No matter what variables appear in the heavenly tribulation, aside from Spirit Transformation cultivators, no one can survive a phenomenon tribulation."
The most terrifying part of a phenomenon tribulation was not the heavenly lightning, but its ability to destroy Mind Sense, while divine sense had no need to fear that at all. Cultivators of every level had their own unique points, and heavenly tribulations were the same.
"Uncle's lesson is right. Ever since that time he schemed against me, I've never been able to swallow this anger. Though I can't take revenge with my own hands, watching him be buried in the sea of lightning with my own eyes is rather satisfying."
"Not only him, that uncle of his is just as hateful. He made our Leng Family lose face in front of all those princes, dukes, and ministers. Even if he is an Elder of Ten Directions Hall, he cannot be let off lightly."
Leng Qiansha froze for a moment. "Uncle, aren't you afraid relations between Ten Directions Hall and Heavenly Mountain Prefecture will turn hostile?"
"There are many ways for people to die in this world. The Dugu Clan raises its own face so high; sooner or later, they'll suffer retribution."
Clearly, this uncle and nephew pair were still brooding over