Upon hearing this, Zhang Tianjian frowned slightly.
He turned to look at Zhang Heng beside him.
Are the information sources ready?
Zhang Heng was hidden in the darkness, his face only vaguely visible. Upon hearing this, he simply nodded, his voice tinged with coldness, and said, "Accurate."
He didn't say anything more after that.
Zhang Tianjian undoubtedly trusted Zhang Heng.
Therefore, after Zhang Heng said that, he had no further doubts.
"Is there some kind of grudge between them?"
Zhang Heng said, "More detailed information will require further investigation over time."
Zhang Tianjian sighed.
Then he looked outside with a worried expression.
"It seems these matters are beyond our control."
“Palace Master, I suddenly had an idea. Could I ask Chen Tai’a for help to put in a good word with the Divine Realm? I’m sure even the Divine Realm would have to give Chen Tai’a face and wouldn’t openly go against his wishes.”
Zhang Hengdao.
Zhang Tianjian's eyes lit up, but then he shook his head. "How could a powerhouse of that level possibly speak for us? It's unrealistic."
“We can find someone to intercede on our behalf,” Zhang Heng said, looking at Zhang Tianjian.
"Zhou Mu".
The two exchanged a glance and spoke almost in unison.
If Chen Tai'a's purpose in this trip is indeed Zhou Mu, then finding Zhou Mu would certainly be a good idea.
Thinking of this, Zhang Tianjian couldn't help but feel a little excited.
He had personally visited the Divine Realm a few days ago, but he didn't even get to see the Realm King. He only sent a servant to deliver a message saying that there was no room for negotiation.
Then for the next few days, he didn't sleep a wink.
But Chen Tai'a's appearance seemed to bring a glimmer of hope to his dark world.
...
Azure Feather Holy Land
"What! The Grand Elder has really perished?"
Inside the ancestral hall, a man dressed in a blue robe glared angrily at the kneeling servant and spoke fiercely.
The servant trembled slightly at the overwhelming pressure.
He dared not raise his head, but said with his head down, "This humble one dares not lie to the ancestor, the offered soul lamp has been extinguished."
The man in the blue robe had bloodshot eyes.
Enraged to the extreme, he roared to the sky a few times, then walked out with a gloomy face.
Upon arriving at the ancestral hall, the elders were already waiting there.
"Ancestor."
Upon seeing Yang Zhifeng, the elders rushed over to greet him, as if they had found a pillar of support, and the panicked expressions on their faces gradually disappeared.
"Grandfather, you must come up with a solution."
"I know, but it's just that guy who fell. Such panic is utterly unbecoming. If word gets out, people will laugh at us."
Yang Zhifeng said coldly.
He had to maintain a proper demeanor in front of the elders and not let outsiders see his panic.
Yang Zhifeng, the ancestor of the Cangyu Holy Land.
The Cangyu Holy Land has a so-called Holy Lord, but the Holy Lord's cultivation is only at the level of a half-step Saint, which is not enough to support the affairs of the Cangyu Holy Land. During his rule, the people of the Cangyu Holy Land were scattered and almost collapsed from within.
Left with no other choice, the ancestor Yang Zhifeng had to come out of seclusion and take on the heavy responsibility once again.
Of course, this also undermined the authority of the Holy Lord Yang Qiu to some extent.
"Oh dear, Ancestor, don't you know? A new force has suddenly appeared in the Desolate Heaven Domain, called the Heavenly Inquiry Tower. It is said that the remnants of the Heavenly Saint Sect asked them for help. The Heavenly Inquiry Tower has made a bold statement, saying that it will destroy the Azure Feather Holy Land at noon tomorrow."
One person stepped forward and said.
"absurd."
Yang Zhifeng frowned. "You ignorant fool, how dare you spout such nonsense? Aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew?"
"That doesn't matter, but we should decide what to do."
The man who spoke earlier said bitterly.
"Have you been an elder for all these years for nothing?" Yang Zhifeng laughed angrily. "Does this mean that nowadays, the dignity of my Cangyu Holy Land can be trampled on by anything?"
"I understand," Yang Hao nodded and cupped his hands in greeting.
Clearly, it was time to teach that arrogant and rampant force a lesson.
"Ancestor, what about Yang Yunjie's funeral arrangements..."
Yang Yunjie's death was somewhat suspicious.
Regardless, no one believed that Yang Yunjie's death was related to the suddenly appearing Wentian Tower.
After all, to bring down a saint, at least three saints would need to be mobilized.
Just like when they destroyed the sect leader of the Heavenly Saint Sect, they mobilized a total of five Saints to ensure that nothing went wrong.
This is the foundation of their status as a long-established power.
They couldn't believe that a newly emerged force could have such capabilities.
"It would be excellent if it were processed normally."
Yang Zhifeng's gaze swept over the group of elders, and his brows furrowed even more deeply.
"Where is the Holy Lord? Where has the Holy Lord gone at this time?"
He practically roared.
Upon hearing this, everyone lowered their heads even further.
"you say."
Yang Zhifeng pointed to the person in front of him and said.
That person was the one who had been speaking earlier.
This person is named Yang Hao, an elder of the Cangyu Holy Land.
Seeing that Yang Zhifeng had addressed him by name, Yang Hao had no choice but to raise his head and say with a forced smile, "Holy Lord... Holy Lord is here..."
"If you don't speak up, you'll never be able to speak again in your life."
Yang Zhifeng said with a gloomy face.
Actually, he has already guessed most of it.
Perhaps unable to withstand such pressure, Yang Hao suddenly knelt on the ground, his head hitting the ground hard, and blood immediately appeared on his forehead.
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