Gu Yao was dead?
How could he have died?
Who could kill a cultivator in the Feather Transformation Realm?
Everyone knew that the higher one's cultivation, the greater the gap between realms. And making up for a cultivation gap through sheer battle prowess became increasingly difficult.
Within a hundred-li radius, the highest cultivation belonged to City Lord Liu, who had been stuck at the peak of the Condensing Water Realm for several decades. Next came Qi Daodong, Sect Master of the Sky Guard Sect, followed by the other sect masters in descending order.
Clearly, none of these people had the strength to kill him. Nor did they have any reason to do so.
The tiny flame of hope You Su had finally managed to kindle was mercilessly doused by last night's torrential rain. A dead man, dense fog, and a sealed city—all of it had happened just before he decided to set out for the divine mountain. Truly, fate delighted in toying with people.
At that moment, he followed Wu Cheng along the road to the City Lord's Mansion. The two walked very slowly. You Su felt his thoughts in disarray, and no matter how hard he tried to calm himself, he couldn't.
Because You Su was blind, he couldn't see the deserted streets around him, nor the thick fog permeating the air.
It was as though heaven and earth were shrouded in this fog. The flowers, grass, and trees nearby, the tiled walls and buildings in the distance—everything had lost its originally distinct outline, appearing and disappearing within the mist.
From afar, the two men's hazy silhouettes seemed to wander through an ethereal fairyland, or perhaps like bewitched fools marching toward a mirage shrouded in mystery...
"When did you discover that Immortal Master Gu had died?" You Su suddenly