Three days later, outside the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion.
"Sect Master, you must travel well. I will surely miss you..."
Ling Xiao grasped Su Han's hand, his face full of sorrow.
Su Han wished he could punch him to death and snorted, "I'm not dead yet, and you're already scheming to usurp the throne?"
"No, truly no, I swear!" Ling Xiao's expression turned solemn.
"Then speak properly!" Su Han was somewhat speechless.
Ling Xiao immediately sighed, "Sect Master, with you gone, who will start wars? How will I devour Primordial Spirits in the future? I'm still waiting to advance to the Void Heaven Realm!"
"When we were at war with the Sect of the Supreme Shadow before, I instructed the people of the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion to capture as many Primordial Spirits as possible."
