The Master of the Changsheng Sect stood amidst the dark forest.
His face carried an expression of fanaticism as he spoke to Siling Feng, one of the four great ancestors of the Siling Clan, "Ancestor Feng need not worry. I had long anticipated that Xiao Yi would try to hinder our grand cause, so I already have other plans!"
"Oh? What plan? Do tell!"
Siling Feng's fingers, which had been tapping the armrest, suddenly paused. He squinted and asked.
Not long ago.
The Changsheng Sect Master had abruptly entered the dark forest and revealed the seal location of the Death Spirit Hall Master to Siling Feng.
Because of this.
Siling Feng placed considerable importance on the Changsheng Sect Master as well.
After all.
The Qingtian Realm today was no longer like the Ancient Times; the Hall of Longevity had already become a speck of dust in the river of history, and the four branches of the Siling Clan had been suppressed and sealed, their strength far inferior to what it once was.
