But just at that moment, the white light violently trembled. It went out of his control and dissipated without a trace. The old man’s face suddenly became gloomy. He muttered to himself, “Strange, not even Punnan Zi’s spirit detecting technique is able to tell where the bloodlust is coming from…”
He pondered a little and a cold light flashed through his eyes. He thought, “With my current cultivation level and connections in Zhao, even if the owner of this bloodlust comes here, I can easily get rid of them.”
This person was the Teng family ancestor that killed Wang Lin, Teng family’s symbol: Teng Huayuan.
Thanks to the passage of time, he looked older. Although his cultivation level was higher, he was clearly very different from the person who made Wang Lin explode.
His entire person felt much more subtle. This feeling was like someone who enjoyed to fight became a very sly and cunning person overnight. There was a very stark contrast.
He took a deep breath and disappeared from the secret chamber. When he reappeared, he was inside the Teng family’s ancestral home. The Teng Family’s ancestral home was three stories tall with a dragon carved onto it. Overall, it looked very majestic and emitted waves of spiritual energy.
When Teng Huayuan appeared, he arrived at the third floor. On the third floor were countless tablets with names carved onto them. All of these names were names of core Teng family members who had died.
Teng Huayuan’s gaze swept across the tablets and landed on one that was on the top shelf. That tablet clearly read: “Teng Li”
In the past 400 plus years, every time he felt disturbed or upset, he would come here and look at that tablet. This had basically become one of his habits. After a long time, he waved his hand and the tablet flew into his hand. He wiped the tablet and muttered to himself, “Li Er, you died too young. With your talent, if you were still alive, you would be at the Nascent Soul stage already…”
He sighed, put the tablet back, and turned around to leave.
At that moment, outside Teng Family City, two sword lights were flying toward the city. 100 feet away from Teng Family City, the two sword lights landed, revealing a man and a woman.
The man was middle aged and slightly older, but still looked very handsome. He was clearly handsome and stunning in his youth. This person was wearing a robe full of white and had the feel of a cultivator. The woman wasn’t stunning, but emanated a very elegant aura. She was also wearing a white robe. Her eyebrows were locked. Clearly, she had some trouble in her mind.
The middle aged man raised his head and looked at Teng Family City as a complex look flashed across his eyes.
The woman sighed and whispered, “Wang Zhuo, it has been many years since that happened. Can you still not just let go?”