"What? Your adoptive father... Impossible!" I frowned, then flew straight into Star-Plucking City without waiting for him to invite me.
The eye-catching banners and decorations throughout the city had been put away. The entire immortal city was reduced to black, white, and pure colors, making it seem far more bleak. I glanced at the Great Heavenly Sword behind the city, and my expression tightened. Even without Li Poxiao, the sword might not necessarily show any problem—but why did Li Poxiao believe that, after his death, the sword could still guard Star-Plucking City in his place?
After experiencing so many things, I could not say that I had grown indifferent to life and death, but I had lost the sentimental melancholy of youth. I thought more about what came afterward. Thus, while I did not believe Li Poxiao was dead, I had still considered what I would do about Xia Ruize if he truly had died.
Given Xia Ruize's madness now, aside from facing the Black Robe, I would probably have to send a large force to deal with him as well. Otherwise, the Nine Heavens would never know peace again. With Xia Ruize pushing it forward, the Jie Cult was certainly no herd of herbivores.
As I stepped through the entrance to Star-Plucking City's main hall, my nephew rushed out from inside. When he saw me, his eyes were filled with blood vessels and tears. He flew toward me, crying, and shouted, "Uncle! Avenge my father!"
I sighed inwardly. Even so, I still could not easily believe that Li Poxiao had truly died. I helped my nephew, who was kneeling and refusing to rise, to his feet and asked, "How exactly did your father die? Why was it so sudden?"
"It was the Demon Xia! The Demon Xia killed my