Leaving behind a clone, Ling Tian instructed Hua Min'er, Lian Yue, and the others to protect Fairy Meng Shang, then set off for Thundercloud Gorge with Yao Yu.
Ling Tian had been gone from the Immortal Realm for thousands upon thousands of years. His reappearance naturally caused a stir. After learning that he had yet to break through to Near-God, some Veteran Near-Gods let out long sighs of relief. After all, if he broke through again, they would have even less chance of defeating him.
Of course, they had no idea that what Ling Tian was comprehending now was far more important than breaking through to the Near-God level. If they had known, they probably would have called him a freak all over again.
Old Man Ling's greatest wish was to see Lingxiao Pavilion flourish. His second greatest wish was to see the Ling Family grow in number. The first had already come true. Although Lingxiao Pavilion had yet to become a first-rate power, it had the potential to do so, and with time, reaching that goal would be as natural as water flowing downhill.
Old Man Ling was delighted. Even his usually stern face had grown much more cheerful.
Aside from Ling Tian, Old Man Ling had undoubtedly done the most for Lingxiao Pavilion. Everyone treated him with great respect and didn't want him to overwork himself, so they urged him to travel and relax with old friends like Zi Yun, and enjoy his retirement. The younger generation, including Ling Lin and Ling Ruo, even volunteered to find new disciples for the sect, easing his burden.
But Old Man Ling couldn't sit still. He wandered here and there, and sometimes couldn't resist teaching the disciples a few secret techniques. He was enjoying himself.
Ling Tian and the others, including