Although Ling Tian had a soft-skin mask and a cultivation technique derived from the Sword Embryo, allowing him to impersonate a Ten Thousand Swords Cliff disciple without arousing suspicion, he knew nothing about the man's memories. A short while might be fine, but if too much time passed, he was bound to give himself away somehow. After all, the man he was impersonating had friends and family.
Old Man Ling was shrewd with age. The moment Ling Tian asked if he knew any secret techniques for probing souls, he understood what Ling Tian had in mind. Old Man Ling loathed the people of Ten Thousand Swords Cliff; he couldn't care less whether they lived or died.
"Heh heh, you little rascal. All right, leave this to me." Old Man Ling gave a strange laugh, then muttered to himself, "But I'll have to choose the target carefully. Someone with too high a status will attract attention, which won't be good for your infiltration, Tian'er. Someone too low-ranking won't do either. A person like that won't have access to any of Ten Thousand Swords Cliff's inner workings."
"Heh heh, Elder Ling, you really have thought this through." Ling Tian was full of admiration. He muttered, "The person we find should have a respectable position in Ten Thousand Swords Cliff, but be so antisocial that he has few friends or relatives."
"Heh, you say I've thought it through, but I bet you'd figured all this out long ago." Old Man Ling chuckled strangely and glanced at Ling Tian, his eyes gleaming. "When I look at you, I see the young master as he was back then. I believe that under your leadership, our Lingxiao Pavilion will surely rise to greatness."
"I can't make Lingxiao Pavilion great on my own. I'll need Elder Ling