"Is there anything else?"
Ye Lingtian stopped and glanced at him casually, his tone indifferent.
"My lord, those records about extraterrestrial demons... there are some problems..."
The middle-aged cultivator lowered his head, his voice growing softer and softer, as if afraid of being scolded.
"Is there a problem?"
Ye Lingtian's gaze sharpened slightly.
Explain yourself clearly!
"It's like this... Some of the ancient texts in our sect were lost several hundred years ago..."
The middle-aged cultivator gritted his teeth.
"To be honest, sir, our Myriad Stars Sect had just suffered a great calamity at that time, and those books... were taken away!"
"Who took him away?"
Ye Lingtian's tone remained calm, but the middle-aged cultivator felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him.
"It's said that it was taken away by a cultivator from a small sect called Blood Moon Hall back then..."
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"However, the Blood Moon Hall was destroyed decades ago, and we don't know its exact whereabouts!"
"Ha, Blood Moon Hall!"
Ye Lingtian chuckled softly.
"How dare they touch anything belonging to your Myriad Stars Sect in such a small place?"
Yes, yes!
The middle-aged monk quickly nodded.
"Back then, we were indeed outmatched... but we never found any leads when we tried to retrieve them!"
"waste!"
Ye Lingtian's tone was calm, but it made the beads of sweat on the cultivator's forehead even more concentrated.
"Master...Master, this is just another problem!"
Little Fire jumped onto Ye Lingtian's shoulder, looking indignant.
"You mean these people lose their own things, and then you have to worry about them in the end!"
"Enough with the nonsense!"
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