As Li Hongtian and Xu Ziming spoke, in a secluded corner of Jiangnan University, Ling Daoyi sat cross-legged on the ground, eyes closed as he regulated his breathing. His disciple, Yu Jing'an, was beside him.
"Master, one of my disciples is studying here at Jiangnan University, and Ziming is with him. How about I have that disciple show you around the university later, so you can clear your mind?"
Yu Jing'an asked softly.
After a long while, Ling Daoyi finally gave a slight nod. "That sounds good. We'll take a walk around campus later and clear our minds."
He didn't open his eyes, continuing to regulate his breathing.
After a pause, he couldn't help sighing. "I told myself not to get my hopes up before coming here, but now that we've come away empty-handed, I still can't help feeling frustrated."
At that, Yu Jing'an sighed too. "You've had a lot on your mind, Master. But given the situation, if we can't find that person and ask for his help, I'm afraid the Tiandao Sect will have no choice but to give up the treasure that's about to fall into our hands—and hand over our sect's home as well."
"Our Tiandao Sect has stood on Mount Tian for thousands of years. How could we willingly hand over our ancestral home? Even if there's only the slimmest chance, we have to try."
Hearing this, Ling Daoyi slowly opened his eyes and sighed helplessly. "Yes. I was once a man whose word was law in the Cultivation World, but now I'm like a stray dog, driven from place to place. I can't even protect our ancestral home. How could I accept that?"
After a pause, he continued, "The treasure is one thing. I know that once it appears and causes an anomaly, even