But then!
"Ugh!" Wang Ziling's face turned deathly pale. With a muffled groan, he nearly toppled off the cliff, but he grabbed the rock face and clung to it...
"Damn it! Why does the Wang Household still have a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator?" Wang Ziling cursed bitterly. Lying against the ground, he muttered, "If I hadn't left this clone here, I'd probably have lost my life... luckily, the Devil Lord is all right. He's just exhausted himself too much and fallen asleep... now I don't even know how long it'll take to restore my cultivation...!"
Seething with fury, Wang Ziling climbed up the rock face and reached a cave above it in a few movements...
"Huff, huff, huff!" The cave was only a dozen or so zhang up the cliff, yet the climb seemed to have drained much of Wang Ziling's strength. Leaning against the cave wall, he gulped down air and stared at the sky, muttering, "Damn you... Ma Family! Wang Household! One day, I'll wipe you all out. Only then will the hatred in my heart be quenched!" Still cursing, he was about to sit cross-legged...
Suddenly!
Whoosh! High in the sky, a streak of red escape light flew slowly past...
"Hmm? That person...!" Although Wang Ziling's cultivation had plummeted, his eyesight remained sharp. He exclaimed in surprise, "Why does he look so familiar...!" With that thought, he hurriedly poked his head out and looked in the direction of the red escape light, watching it slowly recede...
Then!
"It's him! It has to be him! Yes, it's him!" Wang Ziling suddenly cried out in agitation, repeating himself. Clearly, he had recognized the person flying away. His voice faltered, and he ground his teeth, saying venomously, "So that's how it is... could it be that he was behind everything...?