Three days later, the atmosphere in the main peak's grand hall was as heavy as lead pressing upon everyone's hearts.
News that Su Muyun, the Jade Empyrean lineage's Vein Master, had been gravely wounded and was on the verge of death exploded through the upper ranks of the Tianbao Supreme Sect like a clap of startling thunder.
Within moments, Sect Leader Jiang Lishan, True Martial Vein Master Han Guxi, Wanfa Peak Master Luo Zhixian, and Xuan Yang Pulse Master Ke Tianzong—the four true pillars holding up the sect—had all gathered in the solemn hall.
Su Muyun lay on a temporarily arranged jade couch, his complexion ashen and his aura as faint as a thread of gossamer. A pitch-black palm imprint on his chest was a shocking sight, eroding his life force. It was none other than the Demonic Sect's supreme curse art—the Profound Yin Curse.
Jiang Lishan's face was as still as water as his gaze swept over Su Muyun's injuries.
Without wasting a word, he looked directly at Luo Zhixian beside him. "Senior Brother Luo, the situation in Soul Severing Forest remains unclear. The Demonic Sect's actions this time are strange, and Great Snow Mountain has become involved as well. I fear a great upheaval may be brewing. Please set out for Soul Severing Forest at once. First, investigate the full details of Junior Brother Su's ambush. Second, meet and protect our sect's disciples in that region. Make certain they withdraw safely."
Luo Zhixian nodded at his words.
"Alright. I'll go now."
Before his words had even faded, he had already turned and left.
Han Guxi and Ke Tianzong watched the direction in which Luo Zhixian vanished, their eyes both carrying a trace of gravity. Neither spoke.
Luo Zhixian's strength was unfathomable, and his Spear Dao had reached divine