Back then, Lingyun had been a peerless talent, brimming with lofty ambition. He had befriended many young prodigies, sworn brotherhood with them, and agreed that they would build Lingxiao Pavilion together and make it great. Lingyun had just won first place at that year's Cultivator Assembly, and was riding high. His brothers and friends supported him wholeheartedly, and he had spared no effort in passing on the secret arts he had comprehended. In his heart, he had believed he could trust every one of them.
But when disaster struck Lingxiao Pavilion, his two closest brothers, Lin Lei and Lin Ting, vanished without a trace. Later, the two founded Thunderclap Pavilion and befriended forces such as Ten Thousand Swords Cliff. It hadn't taken the perceptive Lingyun long to suspect that they had been involved in the conspiracy back then. Thinking of how brothers who had once shared life and death had betrayed him, he had been consumed by grief and indignation, yet also lost all hope. He had stopped Old Man Ling, who had been burning with rage and wanted to assassinate them.
Out of consideration for Lingyun's lingering affection for his old brothers, and because he had to protect Lingyun, whose golden core had shattered, Old Man Ling had swallowed his anger and refrained from seeking trouble with Thunderclap Pavilion. But two or three thousand years had passed, and Old Man Ling still hadn't forgotten that grudge.
Compared with Ten Thousand Swords Cliff, which had destroyed Lingxiao Pavilion, Old Man Ling hated Lin Lei and Lin Ting even more. In his mind, if those two hadn't betrayed Lingxiao Pavilion, it wouldn't have been so easily destroyed. And if they had helped when Lingyun was surrounded, Lingyun wouldn't have been forced to self-destruct his golden core. After all, the two had