Ling Tian had said he would reclaim the Lingxiao Pavilion's Plaque before the Cultivator Assembly, but only about fifty years remained until it began. Though that might seem like a long time, the Human Race was a great distance away, and a round trip would probably take several years at least. More importantly, he was currently at a loss as to how to reclaim the plaque. He needed to go to the Human Race and gather information.
Where was the plaque? How many experts guarded it? How could he reclaim it? And what would he do afterward? All these questions lay before Ling Tian, and he knew very little about them. He was eager to go to the Human Race and find out.
"Ling Tian, you..." Though Poqiong knew Ling Tian's temperament, he couldn't help trying to persuade him. "Ling Tian, your Nascent Soul fusion is at a critical stage. You'd be better off waiting until it's complete before leaving. By then, your strength will have improved considerably, and you'll be better able to protect yourself."
"Heh, Poqiong, so what if my cultivation reaches the Body Integration Realm?" Ling Tian smiled faintly, his expression calm. "Ten Thousand Swords Cliff is full of experts, and there are plenty of immortals there. It won't matter whether my cultivation improves or not. Besides, don't worry. I won't force my way in this time. I'll rely on brains, not brawn."
"But, but..." Poqiong wanted to say more, but he knew Ling Tian's nature. In the end, he fell silent.
"All right, no more buts." Ling Tian chuckled again, reassuring Poqiong. "I'll bring Little Shi and Little Zhu with me this time. With them there, as long as no immortal makes a move, I can keep myself safe."
"Fine. I know you won't change your