At that moment, Ye Lin seemed to finally understand something. Then he stepped forward.
There was little chance of snatching Lin Zisheng's first opportunity, and besides, everyone had their own unique understanding of the sword. Their Sword Intent was different, too.
Inheriting someone else's Sword Intent meant they were destined not to go far, so he gave up on the first opportunity.
Ye Lin headed straight for the Heavenly Blade Sect. He would bring the sect under his control first, then seize Lin Zisheng's second opportunity.
He had his eye on the Heavenly Blade Sect, and others had surely noticed it as well. He had to get there before them.
Along the way, Ye Lin used Demon Shadow No Trace. He soon reached the Heavenly Blade Sect, where chaos reigned.
Many disciples had already packed their belongings and started fleeing. The Evil Demons had thrown everyone into a panic. Worse, just a few days ago, an Evil Cultivator had openly abducted several Inner Sect disciples from the Heavenly Blade Sect.
The so-called higher-ups hadn't dared utter a peep. That was what had made the disciples want to flee.
"Master, are you really going to let them carry on like this?"
Inside the Heavenly Blade Sect, a young man looked anxiously at the elderly man beside him.
The old man merely shook his head slightly.
"Tianming, when disaster strikes, everyone flies off in their own direction. People leave, water flows on. It's their choice, and we have no right to interfere."
"Ultimately, it's because us old men are useless."
The old man let out a long sigh and gazed at the sky, worry etched across his face.
The man beside him, whom they called Tianming, turned to look at the fleeing disciples, his face full of anger.
He still couldn't understand