Everyone's attention was drawn to the battle between Old Man Ling and the others. Seeing that Old Man Ling wasn't in any danger for the moment, Ling Tian began to act. He headed straight for the Talisman Crafting Hall, intending to blow it up. After walking only a few steps, he furrowed his brow slightly as he remembered something important.
"Elder Ling, the Talisman Crafting Hall is some distance from the Treasure Room. Do you think that rogue immortal's clone might notice what I'm doing?" Ling Tian glanced at Old Man Ling as he spoke. "And do you think that rogue immortal might attack Old Man Ling and the others? If he does, I'm afraid Old Man Ling's situation..."
"Kid, I think you're overthinking it. Who would be paying attention to you right now?" Po Qiong said irritably. Seeing that Ling Tian was still worried, he reassured him, "The remaining rogue immortal should be watching the battlefield too. They have a slight advantage at the moment, so he won't make a move for a while. Just focus on setting off the talismans."
"Po Qiong, you said..." Ling Tian started to say something more, but Po Qiong cut him off.
"Ling Tian, why are you talking so much? Hurry up and get moving. If that remaining rogue immortal makes a move, it'll be too late. If you act sooner, you might even manage to injure him with the explosion."
At that, Ling Tian said no more. He quietly made his way toward the Talisman Crafting Hall. Pavilions and towers provided plenty of cover along the way, and everyone was focused on the battle, so Ling Tian didn't arouse anyone's suspicion.
Before long, Ling Tian reached the Talisman Crafting Hall. Although layer upon layer of restrictions could only be passed with the