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Ling Qing made a round of the cavern dwelling, inside and out, but saw neither Canglingzi nor even Chun.

This made his taut expression waver.

He had prepared himself body and soul for Canglingzi's inspection, only to find himself grasping at empty air.

He came to the platform at the cave entrance and raised a hand, releasing Sword Crane.

He let it dance across the platform.

Yet he had no intention of simply leaving. With Canglingzi's abilities, what good would it do even if he fled back to the Lu family?

He might even drag the whole family down with him.

For now, Canglingzi merely wanted to take him as a disciple and had no intention of doing anything to him.

There was no need for him to provoke the man's wrath and let innocent people suffer.

Through their several encounters, as well as his cultivation of the <Nine Transformations of the Mysterious Heavens Grand Method>, Ling Qing had come to understand something.

Though Canglingzi knew Daoist arts, the method he primarily cultivated was the Dao of Slaughter.

And his temperament was absolutely not a kindly one.

"Rare indeed. You actually didn't think of leaving?" Just as he was lost in thought while watching the crane dance, Canglingzi's voice sounded behind him.

"Could I have gotten away?" Ling Qing ignored him, still watching the crane dance and the vast ocean in the distance.

"Of course not. Anyone I wish to find would not escape the palm of my hand even if they reached the Heavenly Court." Canglingzi came to stand beside him and likewise watched the crane dance.

Ling Qing did not care whether he was telling the truth. In any case, he could not go to the Heavenly Court.

He rose and looked at him. "I have now cultivated