Blackwood Cliff.
Ren Woxing had been rather unhappy lately.
Lin Lang had said he would soon use the power of the imperial court to help the Sun Moon Holy Cult expand rapidly and become the greatest faction in Jianghu.
But how long had it been since Lin Lang killed Feng Qingyang and destroyed the Mount Song Sect? Why had there been no news at all?
He had sent Qu Yang to Pingyang Prefecture to establish a Branch Altar. Did Lin Lang not understand what that meant?
"Father, I want to go out for a while." Ren Yingying shook Ren Woxing's arm.
She missed Big Brother Lin. A day apart felt like three autumns—how many autumns had it been now?
"No!"
"You're at the crucial stage of breaking through to the Grandmaster realm. How can you go out?"
"Spend these next few days cultivating in seclusion. Don't rush your breakthrough. If you're too impatient, you could easily suffer cultivation deviation."
Seeing his daughter like this only made Ren Woxing angrier.
Never mind Lin Lang not sending him any news-he hadn't even bothered to ask after his daughter. Was that any way to behave?
Ren Yingying was still pleading when Xiang Wentian suddenly walked in. "Cult Leader, Right Envoy Lin has returned."
Ren Yingying jumped straight up in delight. "I'll go welcome him."
Watching his daughter skip away, Ren Woxing shook his head helplessly.
Xiang Wentian smiled. "Cult Leader, you should be happy that the young couple are so close."
"He sent men to Mount Hua. Not only did they bring back the remains of our former Elders, they also obtained the finest sword techniques of every sect in the Five Mountains Sword Alliance, including the counters devised by the Ten Great Elders."
"All of these will greatly strengthen our Holy Cult.