The person who appeared to stop them was Fairy Yaoxi. Her expression was calm as she looked at the beautiful female cultivator with her delicate features, her heart filled with curiosity.
It was obvious that Si Rong's public weeping had far exceeded the reserve expected of a Mahayana female cultivator. Unless she was extremely close to Qin Fengming, she would never have behaved so disgracefully.
Although Ying Yi was likewise distressed, she was nowhere near the point of shedding tears.
Venerable Jie Mie, Liu Xiangfei, Xia Shu, and the others stopped, their expressions grim as they gazed into the distant reaches.
Their divine senses could only sense Ancestor Jiao Wei's figure; they could not detect the slightest trace of Qin Fengming's aura. Their hearts immediately sank even further.
Although they had not known Qin Fengming for very long, everyone held a favorable opinion of him. No matter how overbearing or proud a person was, as long as they accompanied Qin Fengming, they could obtain indescribably heaven-defying benefits from him.
So it was with Venerable Jie Mie, so it was with Saint Ancestor Hai Yi, and so it was with Saintly Venerable Shiyou as well.
Now that they had truly witnessed Qin Fengming's fall, even though their dispositions had long since become steadfast and they would not easily be swayed by the seven emotions and six desires, they were still incomparably sorrowful and bitter. Their states of mind had plummeted.
"How could Fengming have fallen? I'll avenge Fengming!" Si Rong cried out, her pretty face drained of color and her expression full of grief.
She and Qin Fengming had once activated an oath curse. Although they had never truly become dual-cultivation partners, the oath curse affected the mind. Qin Fengming's fall filled Si Rong with immense sorrow.
"Fellow Daoist Qin may