After two hundred years had passed without sensing Ling Tian's presence, Mo Wen and Situ Feiying were baffled. In the end, they reluctantly blamed Lingyun. The two seethed at the thought, feeling they'd been played for fools. Their Killing Intent surged, and they wished they could tear Ling Tian limb from limb.
"I want him dead too, but the Cultivation World is so vast. Where are we supposed to look for him? The tracking restriction on him has already been dispelled." Mo Wen's voice carried a trace of helplessness.
"Those people from Lingxiao Pavilion must be in the Land of Chaos. Unfortunately, the Land of Chaos is boundless, and searching for Ling Tian there is like fishing for a needle in the sea." Situ Feiying was at a loss as well. He glanced at Mo Wen. "The people from Ten Thousand Swords Cliff and the Heaven Killer Organization are looking for Lingxiao Pavilion, too. But two hundred years have passed, and they still haven't the slightest lead. It'll be just as hard for us to find them."
"Hmph, that brat Ling Tian must have known this, which is why he's so brazen." Mo Wen snorted. Then he fell silent, thinking about how to find Ling Tian.
"Should we threaten the Dayan Palace, the Huangfu Family, and the other forces into helping us...?" A vicious glint flashed through Situ Feiying's eyes, but he soon shook his head. "No, the two of us can't speak for the Immortal Spirit Palace. The others would love to see us make fools of ourselves. Besides, even if the Immortal Spirit Palace acted, we'd likely suffer heavy losses. Zi Yun and the others are no pushovers."
"Right. So we can only act in secret." Mo Wen pondered, then glanced at Situ Feiying. "With our strength, the