Inner Sect Direct Disciple, So-So-You Didn't Even Kill Me!

"Ling'er is still in seclusion?"

After receiving this news, Lin Hao did not press for more details.

The inner sect was different from the outer sect, after all. Ling'er surely had her own pressures. But if she waited until she emerged from seclusion to learn the news from home...

Still, the revenge had finally been taken, even if not by his own hand.

These past days, he had been outside the sect, sleeping rough and living on the wind and dew as he searched for his enemy.

Following a few scattered clues, he first found traces of ferocious beasts, then located where they gathered.

Finally, near one such gathering place, he learned of a cultivator.

An old man in black robes had appeared in many cities.

None of those cities had met a good end afterward.

Every clue pointed toward that man, and Lin Hao had listed him as his prime suspect.

By chance, in a mountain forest, he saw with his own eyes that black-robed elder commanding ferocious beasts.

He saw with his own eyes flesh and blood vanishing before the old man.

It was him!

But just as Lin Hao intended to strike and take revenge, an old Daoist suddenly appeared and confronted the black-robed elder.

From their conversation, he learned that the black-robed elder had been cultivating some demonic art that required enormous amounts of mortal flesh and blood. He had slaughtered city after city.

So-called Falling Cloud City had merely been one of the most insignificant among them.

After the old Daoist recounted the black-robed elder's crimes, the two began their battle in the sky.

They even seemed to be fellow disciples.

In the end, the old Daoist won a narrow victory, while the black-robed elder died on the spot.

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