On the Floating Cloud Platform, Li Ling performed Soul-Returning Reentry and slowly opened his eyes.
This time, his soul had roamed the Great Void, using his disciple Zhu Lisheng's guidance to reach the Mystic Continent and settle the matter weighing on his heart.
Now, he had finally laid it to rest.
But his sect had suffered such a loss, and he had no intention of letting those involved escape.
Even if those who had struck were mere pawns, he would kill them without fail.
This protectiveness was not entirely driven by emotion; it also served to protect his other disciples.
As the saying went, a tall tree caught the wind. A rising sect was bound to face many probes and challenges.
Whether they concealed their strength and bided their time or answered tooth for tooth, either was a response.
The response they chose would have repercussions for everything that followed.
Li Ling was determined to show the outside world the price of attacking members of the Incense Accumulation Sect.
The Incense Accumulation Sect itself needed sufficient strength to accomplish this. Otherwise, shouting about avenging their grievances only to offer up more heads would inevitably make them a laughingstock.
Since ancient times, there had never been any shortage of such farces.
So shouting about retaliation counted for nothing. Being able to deliver on those words was what mattered.
After Li Ling made his decision, discussion within the sect instead died down, and the matter was handled quietly.
Some disciples even thought the sect intended to conceal its strength and bide its time, swallowing this insult outright.
In the cultivation world, a year was not very long. While arrangements were being made for Shu Changsheng's funeral, many forces in the East Sea were also mobilized to secretly search for the unorthodox cultivators