Chapter 4521 — The Old Sect Returns
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Seeing that the Old Sect of the Western Hills had been waited on about as well as could be, Long Kuiba at last ventured tentatively, "Senior of the Western Hills, in killing Ling Yi this time, you not only avenged Brother Wu and Brother Cheng, but also rid my Dragon Boat Escort Agency of a great scourge. On behalf of all of us at the Dragon Boat Escort Agency, I thank you for your boundless grace."
"Ling Yi?" At the sound of that name, the Old Sect of the Western Hills' expression turned abruptly cold, and he said with some discomfort, "Don't mention it. This sect was careless this time. I had meant to take him alive and refine him into a puppet, but never expected to blunder into the territory of South Isle, where I was set upon by top-tier masters of the spirit beast race, and the boy escaped with his life."
"What? Ling Yi fled to South Isle? How is that possible—I don't recall any teleportation array within Mohai City?" Long Kuiba was struck dumb with astonishment at these words. He was a native of the Southern Continent born and bred, and apart from those few teleportation arrays, he had never known of any other way to enter the territory of South Isle.
"What? You dare question even this sect's word?" The Old Sect of the Western Hills fixed Long Kuiba with an unfriendly stare, turning hostile at the slightest provocation—a trait common to many evil cultivators.
"N-no... not at all... Where would I get the nerve, Senior? You make too much of it. I only found it hard to believe—that boy Ling Yi's luck is simply too good, to have stumbled by sheer chance into top-tier masters of the spirit beast race speaking up for him. Otherwise, a hundred lives would not have been enough to save him this time!" Long Kuiba broke out in a cold sweat on the spot and hastened to make amends.
"Hmph. His fleeing into the territory of South Isle this time was indeed a stroke of dog-shit luck, but that doesn't necessarily mean his luck is good. With his paltry strength, the moment the spirit beast race discovers him, he's bound to end up as a meal—so he may as well be a dead man already; it's only that we won't get to see the corpse." Only then did the Old Sect of the Western Hills' expression ease somewhat.
"Quite so, quite so. Ling Yi is doomed this time, no doubt about it. However heaven-defying his luck, there's no way he'll escape the spirit beast race's territory all alone." Long Kuiba nodded and echoed him again and again.
"Naturally. Breaking out of South Isle this time, even this sect had to expend enormous effort, and was nearly set upon by masters of the spirit beast race—let alone a specimen like Ling Yi." There was plainly a lingering fear in the Old Sect of the Western Hills' voice as he spoke.
Had he not been entangled by those powerful spirit beasts of South Isle, a man of his strength ought to have returned long ago; a whole month would never have been needed. That the Old Sect of the Western Hills had escaped South Isle whole this time was owed not only to the formidable power of a Mountain-Opening stage titan, but even more to luck. Had his luck been a shade worse, this evil-cultivator titan might well have been buried in South Isle.
When it came down to it, South Isle was, after all, the inviolable stronghold of the spirit beast race. Even though the spirit beasts and human cultivators now kept peace with one another, unless the spirit beast race issued an invitation, no human cultivator was permitted to enter South Isle on any account; the slightest trespass meant death without mercy.
"Senior, now that Ling Yi is dead beyond doubt, should the men of the Qingtian Escort Agency be wiped out as well? They were all Ling Yi's accomplices, and now they hold the position of overlord among the Southern Continent's escort agencies—their power is not to be underestimated. As the saying goes, if the grass is cut but the roots are not pulled, the spring wind will bring it back to life." Long Kuiba at once redirected his hatred.