Along the way, Ling Tian told Old Man Ling how he had gotten by all these years.
With Old Man Ling leading the way, Ling Tian and the others safely reached the ruins of Lingxiao Pavilion. The broken walls and crumbling ruins told of Lingxiao Pavilion's former glory, but now the place lay in desolation. Seeing the sorry state of Lingxiao Pavilion, the killing intent in Ling Tian's heart rose of its own accord, and his hatred for Ten Thousand Swords Cliff and Immortal Spirit Palace deepened.
Old Man Ling's home was a crude cave. It was completely bare, save for a few meditation cushions, and seemed to be where he went to cultivate in solitude. Looking at these humble quarters, Ling Tian's nose stung. He knew Old Man Ling had lived a very hard life all these years.
"Why are you making that face?" Old Man Ling seemed to guess what Ling Tian was thinking. He smiled faintly and comforted him. "Cultivators should be free of worldly desires. The splendor of the mortal world is no more than passing clouds. What matters most is the self."
How could Ling Tian not know that Old Man Ling was trying to comfort him? His voice turned solemn. "Elder Ling, I rebuilt Lingxiao Pavilion in the Land of Chaos. Once I've settled things here, please go there and take charge."
"Oh? You rebuilt Lingxiao Pavilion?! Wonderful!" Old Man Ling's eyes lit up. He was overcome with excitement. "Rebuilding it in the Land of Chaos was a good choice. The forces there are tangled together, but they keep one another in check. If we stay discreet, the other forces won't make a special effort to target Lingxiao Pavilion—especially those people from the Human Race at Ten Thousand Swords Cliff."
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