Tang Miaoxing, who had spent his entire life failing to master Dan Shi, could neither understand it nor make sense of it.
Having been forced to take over as Tang Sect's head after being pushed into the role by Yang Lie despite being unable to use Dan Shi, Tang Miaoxing had always harbored an obsession: Tang Sect's Dan Shi could not be lost in his hands.
Yet cultivating Dan Shi was a matter of nine deaths and one chance at survival. If he rashly attempted it, success would naturally be wonderful, but if he failed, Tang Sect could not withstand losing another sect head in the blink of an eye.
He could not be like Yang Lie, toss out a sentence and leave behind a mess before casually going off to do something with such a terrifyingly high mortality rate.
And now, he was suddenly being told that Yang Lie had not actually died and had even improved Dan Shi?
So there truly was an Immortal descending to the mortal world to save them?
Tang Miaoxing's heart was filled with tangled emotions, like an utter mess of thread, yet he still decisively chose to believe Liu Wu and the rest of what was written in the letter.
Perhaps this was a gamble, but everything he had personally seen and experienced was already enough for him to place a heavy bet.
Of course, he alone would be gambling, not Tang Sect. He had to ensure that even if he lost, Tang Sect would not be plunged into a crisis of survival. Therefore, Tang Miaoxing decided to bring two inner disciples to Lihèn Island.
After completing the mark, Liu Wu clasped his hands and departed.
Watching the man turn into a faintly visible streak of sword light and vanish from sight in