Wu Ling Palace

"What? Yunfeng's Life Token shattered!?"

In a picturesque garden within Wu Ling Palace, a middle-aged man who had been sitting in meditation and regulating his breathing suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were like those of a man-eating beast, fixed fiercely on the shattered jade token in the maid's hands. The maid's breathing had already stopped; she was terrified that the middle-aged man would take his anger out on her.

The middle-aged man beckoned, and the several pieces of the jade token flew into his hand. A wisp of Li Yunfeng's remnant soul had been left inside it. Once Li Yunfeng died, the token would shatter. Not only that, but through the soul connection within the token, he could also determine the approximate location of Li Yunfeng's death. If they were lucky, the culprit might not have had time to leave.

Clutching the jade token, the middle-aged man's expression was hideous. To the Wu Ling Clan, which possessed ancient bloodlines, the ability to bear offspring was inferior to that of the Mortal Clan. Even those who had lived for tens of thousands of years did not have many descendants. The purer the bloodline, the more pronounced this was. Li Yunfeng's father, Li Jiuxiao, for example, had only seven or eight children, and Li Yunfeng was the most outstanding among them.

With Li Yunfeng dead, one could well imagine the hatred seething in Li Jiuxiao's heart.

A quarter of an hour after Yi Yun left, Li Jiuxiao had already reached Old Man Wang's residence. But the moment he looked inside, he found it completely empty.

"Ah!"

Li Jiuxiao let out a furious roar, and the entire house was blasted apart by his Yuan Qi, exploding into countless pieces. He searched the surroundings with his perception, yet found nothing at all. This