Chengchuan City gradually returned to peace, yet undercurrents had already quietly spread. The defeat of the Tianqing Sect's emissary did not cause Chen Haotian to lower his guard; he knew in his heart that this was merely a probing step by the Tianqing Sect, and the true contest had yet to arrive.
The Stirrings in Tianqing City
Inside the grand hall of the Tianqing Sect in Tianqing City, several core elders sat surrounding the sect master, Tianxuanzi. The hall was resplendent and magnificent, radiating an imposing aura. In the very center, upon a carved jade dragon throne, Tianxuanzi wore a solemn expression, staring coldly at the confidential letter in his hand.
"That cultivator in Chengchuan City was actually able to easily repel the three disciples we sent," an elder said in a deep voice, his brow deeply furrowed.
"His cultivation is unfathomable; he may have already broken through to the Foundation Establishment stage," another elder added, his tone containing a hint of apprehension.
Tianxuanzi raised a hand to halt the discussion, his voice low: "Is Qingfeng ready?"
"Replying to the Sect Master, he has been in secluded cultivation to consolidate his realm and can set off at any time," a disciple bowing at the entrance of the hall reported.
"Very good. Have Qingfeng take the Blazing Flame Saber. This time, I want to ensure nothing goes wrong," a hint of murderous intent flashing in Tianxuanzi's eyes. "Chen Haotian must die, otherwise the prestige of our Tianqing Sect wi…
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