"Core Disciple Song Yu of Mystic Heaven Holy Land was appointed Patrol Envoy of Yunlan City in the Tianpeng Domain twenty years ago. During his tenure, he handled several important matters..."
"In the first year, he mediated the dispute over a mine vein between the Lin Family and Qingxia Sect..."
"In the second year, he approved the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce's shop expansion..."
"In the tenth year, he presided over Yunlan City's once-a-decade Cultivator Grand Competition..."
"..."
"In the nineteenth year, he entered seclusion to attempt a breakthrough into the Saint Realm..."
"In the twentieth year, his cultivation went awry in seclusion, and his soul collapsed, causing his death..."
The record was brief and sloppy, even somewhat perfunctory.
A Holy Land Patrol Envoy had served for twenty years, yet all that remained was a few sparse lines. It was far too half-hearted!
"There's nothing useful here!"
Jiang Fan frowned and continued flipping back.
At the back of the booklet, he saw that a death report had been symbolically attached.
It was signed by Li Zhuanggao, medical officer of the Yunlan City Patrol Office, and dated the third day after Song Yu's death.
The appraisal read:
"After investigation, Song Yu's spiritual power fell into disorder during seclusion, and traces of his cultivation method reversing remained, causing inner demons to invade. His soul was damaged, resulting in death..."
"No signs of external interference..."
Jiang Fan shook his head.
Again, the same thing!
He was just about to turn the page when a faint, almost imperceptible sensation suddenly rose at his fingertips.
Jiang Fan focused and looked over, only to see fine traces of laws on the paper.
The traces were extremely faint. If his comprehension of laws had not now reached an exceedingly high level, he probably would have found them difficult