Hearing that Wu De had brought Ling Lin and the others to Lingxiao Pavilion, Ling Tian was thrilled. He had never properly taught the three children over the years, and guilt weighed heavily on his heart. Hearing Ling Lin's plaintive complaints only made him feel guiltier.
"Lin Er, Huzi, you can't blame your father and Master, either." Old Man Ling's voice rang out as he comforted them. "Tian'er has an important responsibility to fulfill. We caused too much trouble in the Human Race this time, and Ten Thousand Swords Cliff will surely make a big move. So we can't stay among the Human Race any longer."
"Little Guys, you saw Ten Thousand Swords Cliff searching for that brat Ling Tian along the way. Don't blame him, either." Wu De was still as imposing as ever, his voice booming like a great bell. "What, are you saying it's a hardship to cultivate under me? Do you want to go through my devilish training again?"
At the mention of the devilish training, Ling Lin and his younger sister immediately fell silent, like cicadas in winter. Clearly, they were terrified of Wu De's brutal training.
"Master, did Senior Brother Ling Tian go through your devilish training back then, too?" Jin Sha'er's voice rang out like silver bells. She sounded as though she had suddenly realized something. "No wonder Senior Brother cultivates so quickly!"
"No. I barely taught that brat Ling Tian for a few days." Wu De sounded somewhat proud, but mostly helpless. "That brat's a freak. I only have to explain something once and he gets it. It leaves me with no sense of accomplishment at all. Unlike you lot, not one of you has any aptitude!"
"Master, maybe your standards are just too high." Long Shun spoke timidly, his voice full