Hope Shattered

Ten Thousand Li Wasteland!

"Father!" Fang Hua caught up to the old man. "Tangjing's Soul Lamp has gone out. The last location it pointed to is right ahead."

"Ahead?" The old man narrowed his eyes slightly. "Could Tangjing have encountered a powerful mystic beast?"

The old man was Fang Tian, the former Clan Leader of the Fang Family.

It was clear that Fang Tian's eyes were filled with regret at this moment.

It was all his fault. He had not properly instructed everyone; otherwise, how could Fang Tangjing have run out of the Fang Family?

Fang Tian would never allow Fang Tangjing to come to any harm. He had poured in so much painstaking effort and exhausted so many resources, completely treating him as the future hope of the Fang Family.

And now?

His hope was about to be shattered. How could Fang Tian not regret it?

"Fa... Father..." Fang Hua's expression was equally ugly.

"Tangjing... Tangjing will be fine. We... we have to believe in him."

"..."

Other than comforting himself like this, Fang Hua truly could not find any other reason.

The Soul Lamp had gone out. Was Fang Tangjing really still alive?

Fang Tian said nothing. He released his divine sense, then moved.

Their figures flickered continuously, and before long, they stopped above a ravine.

"Fa... Father..." Fang Hua's eye twitched without pause.

"This... this isn't... it isn't real... it isn't real..."

At the bottom of the ravine lay a corpse.

No!

To be precise, it was a dried corpse.

There was not a drop of moisture left in his body. Shriveled skin wrapped around his frame... yet upon careful observation, one could still make out its rough outline.

That outline?

That appearance!

Those clothes!

Fang Hua did not dare look any further. He had still harbored