Exile

"Hmph." The voice behind the screen gave a cold snort.

"That Old Timer from the Tianxing Sect has always been like this. He places bets on both sides, never putting all his eggs in one basket. That is his rule."

As he spoke, a letter drifted out through a gap in the screen and landed lightly in Emperor Tianning's hand.

"Once you have conveyed my words, go seek your ancestor's Inherited Treasure. Otherwise, the bloodline in your body will never be able to display its true power. High Ancestor's blood flows through you, yet you have not inherited even a tenth of High Ancestor's strength. What a waste of the heaven-given talent you possess."

"Our ancestor's Inherited Treasure?" Emperor Tianning's voice carried a trace of hesitation. "Master, that secret has always been in the hands of that old bastard, the Marquis Who Breaks the Barbarians. I'm afraid it won't be easy to obtain~"

A flicker of apprehension appeared on his face.

The Might Soul Sect left behind by High Ancestor—the sect personally founded by the founding emperor of Great Liang—was said to be where all of High Ancestor's secrets converged.

He had coveted it for a long time, but despite probing it many times before, he had never found an opening.

That Marquis Who Breaks the Barbarians was no easy opponent.

"I have already planned this matter out for you. Come out."

With that, a figure slowly emerged from behind the screen.

Emperor Tianning's brows drew together slightly when he saw who it was.

"It's you!"

Jizhou.

Tianxing Sect.

"Master, the circumstances were urgent then. I could only obtain this small portion."

Fu Ying's voice came from within the mountain of flesh, crisp and pleasant, utterly at odds with her withered, ugly appearance.

She extended a tentacle and handed a