The words of the Immortal Path plunged Ling Tianyu into silence, his cigarette forgotten between his fingers. If he were to disguise himself as a high-level member of the Infinite Holy Land, he'd have to avoid drawing attention, though he was unsure if he was indeed being watched.
The monitoring has become even stricter than before, though it might not be impossible to avoid constant surveillance, but who knows when one might be watched?
Ling Tianyu couldn't predict this.
"Actually, master, this is the hatred between your lineage and theirs originating from the earliest generations," said the Immortal Path. "They haven't resolved it, and your ancestors didn't resolve it either. It eventually fell on your master's shoulders and remained unresolved, until it landed squarely on yours."
"This is a hatred that has spanned multiple generations."
How could Ling Tianyu not know?
