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"It's fine," Ling Tianyu shook his head with a smile, then left the office. He was just a bit too impatient, the fires of battle within his heart nearly bursting forth. He really wanted to take action, having waited for this day for so long.
Especially after knowing the consequences of Yanran's sacrifice, he dared not even think about it, and upon seeing that Tomb Guardian again, just the thought of that scene made him itch to tear the Tomb Guardian to shreds.
He didn't care what others thought of him; perhaps after the Jade Tomb Sect was annihilated, and the news spread, people would think he's a murderous fiend, but he didn't care. He only knew that Duan Yanran was the old man's descendant, and he couldn't care less about anything else.
This cultivation he possesses was passed on to him by the old man. One has to be grateful in life, otherwise, does he even deserve to be human?
