Tracking from Behind

The young man was none other than Yang Lingtian.

"Fellow Daoists, what a coincidence?" Yang Lingtian looked at the two men with a half-smile.

"Who are you?" the thin man asked warily.

"I am Yang Lingtian, the sect master of the Chaos Sacred Sect," Yang Lingtian said bluntly.

"What? So you're the sect master of the Chaos Sacred Sect?" The fat man's eyes immediately lit up.

"Don't you know that the Chaos Sacred Sect has many enemies? How dare you reveal your identity so openly."

"Enemies? Which faction are you from? You have a grudge against the Chaos Sacred Sect?" Yang Lingtian asked directly.

"Hmph, we're elders of the Cloud Ridge Sect," the fat man replied.

"But speaking of which, our sect hasn't had any dealings with the Chaos Sacred Sect for a hundred thousand years."

"The Chaos Sacred Sect of today has declined so badly that, before the Cloud Ridge Sect, it isn't even worthy of carrying our shoes."

At these words, a sharp glint flashed through Yang Lingtian's eyes.

A hundred thousand years ago, the Cloud Ridge Sect had joined other factions in suppressing the Chaos Sacred Sect.

And now, the Cloud Ridge Sect was a powerful sect second only to Saint God-level factions.

Several Peak Heavenly God ancestors stood guard over the sect, all old monsters who were just one step away from breaking through to the Saint God Realm.

"Oh, the Cloud Ridge Sect? Never heard of it," Yang Lingtian said deliberately.

"I'm the newly appointed sect master of the Chaos Sacred Sect, so I don't know much about what happened a hundred thousand years ago."

Then Yang Lingtian suddenly changed the subject and asked directly:

"But it looks like you're hostile toward the Chaos Sacred Sect. Are you planning to attack me here?"

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