Now that Ling Tian could pass himself off as a disciple of Ten Thousand Swords Cliff, Old Man Ling was so excited he could hardly contain himself. He knew there was a good chance Ling Tian could reclaim Lingxiao Pavilion's Plaque. Looking at Ling Tian, he told him where the plaque was. Unexpectedly, it wasn't at Ten Thousand Swords Cliff's headquarters, but at one of its branches. Of course, this branch ranked among the very best, and even had several cultivators who had successfully passed tribulation stationed there.
Learning the plaque wasn't at Ten Thousand Swords Cliff's headquarters, Ling Tian breathed a little easier. That worked in his favor. Though he was confident in his disguise, he worried that immortals might have special abilities. After all, immortals and cultivators were fundamentally different.
"All right. Now that we've confirmed where the plaque is, we need to plan how to infiltrate the place." Ling Tian pondered, his eyes gleaming. "I'm confident no one will see through my disguise, but to be safe, we should draw all the experts at that branch out."
"Mm, you've thought this through." Old Man Ling nodded and analyzed the situation. "There must be experts guarding the place where the plaque is kept. It won't be easy for you to get close, Tian'er, so we should draw them all away. Judging by how confident you look, do you already have a complete plan?"
"Heh, Elder Ling, judging by the smile on your face, I'd say you've thought of a good plan too." Ling Tian smiled softly at him. "You're bound to have thought it through more carefully than I have, so I'll hear your arrangements first."
"Heh, you're quite the humble one. Do you think I don't know you? You're as clever as the young master." Old Man