The Crushing of Sorrow

Rebuilding Lingxiao Pavilion should have been a joyous occasion, but the plaque's being snatched away by Ten Thousand Swords Cliff had drained every last bit of happiness from it. Ling Tian's expression turned dark and grim, and his hatred for Ten Thousand Swords Cliff grew even deeper.

After hearing Hu Yao's words, Ling Tian naturally wouldn't put up another plaque. But when he saw the expectant looks of the several hundred people below, his heart gave a jolt, and for a moment he didn't know what to do. He couldn't exactly tell them, "Someone stole Lingxiao Pavilion's plaque, so we don't have one now."

Saying that would only heap a great humiliation on everyone. Besides, it would expose his identity as a member of the Human Race, and that was the last thing Ling Tian wanted.

Hu Yao and the others had been speaking through spiritual sense, so only a few people knew what had happened.

"Ling Tian, just tell everyone that Lingxiao Pavilion is still unknown, and putting up a plaque now wouldn't mean much." Hu Yao was quick-witted and had guessed what was troubling him. She suggested, "Many factions in the Demon Race only put up their plaques after making a name for themselves. That way, it means more."

"Mm, thanks, Sister Yao. That's a good idea." Ling Tian nodded and accepted her suggestion. He rose into the air and called out, "Honored seniors, I originally planned to put up the plaque today. But then I thought, even if I put it up now, no one would recognize it. Why not wait until we make a name for ourselves at this Cultivator Assembly, then put it up? That way, Lingxiao Pavilion will be known far and wide. Wouldn't that be better?"

"Good, Pavilion Master. That's a pretty good