"Several people disappeared one after another. Mere rogue cultivators that they are, they won't dare meddle in this anymore."
"But a fright like this might cow rogue cultivators without necessarily cowing that Dragon Lord of the Sacred Origin Kingdom. If he refuses to give up and probes again, it won't be wise to keep using the mysterious senior's identity against him..."
"If I intervene repeatedly, I might even draw the Immortal Sects' attention and invite greater trouble..."
The trouble posed by Pine Daoist and the others had been resolved for now, and the Huai River Commandery Prince had been forced to scurry back to his fief with his tail between his legs. But these measures treated the symptoms, not the root.
Li Ling understood clearly that the Mystic Xin Kingdom's ordeal was far from over.
This was what people called the great tide of events.
Fortunately, he and the Ninth Princess still occupied a relatively advantageous position and would not obstruct the surging current of the age.
A mere Sacred Origin Kingdom and its so-called Dragon Lord were nothing to worry about, even if he opposed them to the bitter end. They had fortune and an imperial mandate, certainly, but ultimately they were only descendants of a Core Formation True Person's household.
These days, wasn't every family part of a sect? Didn't every family have an Old Ancestor backing them?
Of course, to forge iron, one first had to be strong oneself. His own abilities were also vital assets.
Even the Ninth Princess, an inveterate slacker, had begun working hard in secret. Naturally, Li Ling could not fall behind, and he likewise considered his path ahead.
*"It seems I need to use Teaweed Incense to transform myself into a yang-soul Dao body as soon as possible, and seek an opportunity