Searching for Yuan Tian

After Ancestral Dragon left, Long Zhuo prepared to follow his instructions and cultivate to heal his wounds. After all, Ancestral Dragon had said it for his own good. Long Zhuo had not been so "angered" that he turned into a fool; he could still tell good from bad.

Long Zhuo wanted to cultivate, yet he could never enter a cultivating state—he simply could not settle into meditation. Thinking it over, since he could not cultivate with peace of mind, he might as well calculate who had killed his son first. He wanted to find that person. Even if he could not take revenge yet, he still had to know who it was. In any case, Long Zhuo would learn the killer's identity sooner or later, so knowing sooner was better than knowing later.

Previously, the pain of losing his son had allowed Dead Silence Qi to invade him without his realizing it, filling Long Zhuo with a desire for death and leaving him with no thought of avenging his son. Now that his mind had recovered, he had to take this revenge no matter what. Not only was the murder of one's father an irreconcilable hatred, but so was the murder of one's son. Since ancient times, nothing had been more tragic than white-haired people sending off black-haired people.

The result of his calculation disappointed Long Zhuo greatly. At that time, although Yuan Tian had not been as formidable as he was now, he was not the soft persimmon Long Zhuo had imagined, someone anyone could knead at will. If Long Zhuo alone could calculate matters concerning Yuan Tian, would that not make Yuan Tian far too weak? Yuan Tian might as well stop "making a living" in this world.

Though the result disappointed him, Long Zhuo was not someone