The rumors spreading through the God Realm were undoubtedly aimed at Lingxiao Pavilion. Even Fairy Sword Ji had reached that conclusion, let alone Ling Tian. His expression turned bitter, and he couldn't help giving a string of wry smiles.
"Right. First, the location of our Lingxiao Pavilion headquarters was made public. Then word got out that the Enlightenment Sacred Tree was in our hands. And now, to refine the Six-Turn Quenching Liquid, we need a Saint-grade Heavenly Treasure. One thing leads to another—this is obviously a plot against Lingxiao Pavilion," Wu Ling said, looking at Ling Tian. "Martial Ancestor Uncle, someone is clearly pulling the strings behind the scenes. They're trying to make trouble for us."
"Who else could it be but Chi Xue? He's the only one who'd come up with so many twists and turns," Fairy Sword Ji said crossly. "That guy just won't leave us alone. We didn't retaliate after he ambushed Lingxiao Pavilion, and now he's doubling down on us. Does he really think we're easy prey?"
"Lingxiao Pavilion is rising rapidly. If nothing unexpected happens, we could surpass the Mo Family in a hundred thousand years or so—two or three hundred thousand at most. That's undoubtedly a sword hanging over Chi Xue's head. Naturally, he doesn't want us to prosper, so he's trying to cause us trouble," Ling Tian said. Then he gave a wry smile. "Come to think of it, I was careless. When we sent a return gift to the Gu Family, I actually gave them some leaves from the Enlightenment Sacred Tree. That made it easy for the spies lurking in the Gu Family to figure out the tree was in our hands. Someone might have realized it long ago, but now they can be certain."
Before anyone could speak, he continued,