At a single command, every expert of the Black Tortoise Sect descended the mountain.
"Master, I don't think it's wise for us to charge down the mountain so rashly." After arriving in Pingjiang City, Yao Ling'er spoke with a worried expression.
"What's unwise about it? Must such a great hatred go unavenged?" Ning Xuanwu said with a ferocious expression. "Besides, my two great Supreme Treasures are still in that man's hands. Are we supposed to just leave them there?"
"No, Master, you misunderstand." Yao Ling'er hurriedly explained, "The grudge must be repaid, and the two Supreme Treasures must be recovered. But if we march up to his door so aggressively, what if he's prepared?"
"Senior Brothers Wuchen and Wufeng are cautionary examples!"
"I think we should make long-term plans first."
Hearing this, Ning Xuanwu furrowed his brows. Earlier, hatred had clouded his mind, but after Yao Ling'er's reminder, he realized she was right.
"Right, haven't you dealt with him before?" Ning Xuanwu asked in a low voice. "Just what is his cultivation level?"
Yao Ling'er's brows knitted tightly at his question.
Grave light flickered in her eyes. She looked solemnly at Ning Xuanwu before finally saying, "Master, this is precisely why I advised you to make long-term plans."
"His strength..."
At this point, Yao Ling'er drew a deep breath and said gravely, "I can't see through it."
"Can't see through it?"
Ning Xuanwu's brows locked together.
"That's right. And it isn't merely that I can't see through him—I can't sense even the slightest trace of his aura." Recalling that encounter, Yao Ling'er said with tightly furrowed brows, "If I hadn't personally seen him using the Swift Cloak as a rag, and known that the two senior brothers died at his hands, I might even have thought he was an ordinary