Qin Tian didn't feel much regret. At his age, he knew many things couldn't be forced.
This is exactly the reason why, over the years, the Purple Cloud Sect and the Miyun Sect have found nothing.
Five thousand years have passed. The four traitors of those days went far away, disappearing without a trace. Now, finding their descendants or successors is even harder than finding a needle in a haystack.
Unless one has the ability to travel through time and space, crossing five thousand years to search each space-time for clues.
Unfortunately, this is only a fantasy.
"There's also another matter, besides the Holy Temple, what is the successor of Master Zi Yin's other disciple doing now?"
"Have you heard of Tianfang Valley and the Ghost King?"
The three exchanged glances, and finally, Qin Tian spoke: "Of course we've heard of it. Tianfang Valley is a mysterious sect, and outsiders rarely know what they are up to."
