"Dead?" Hui Qingping, seated cross-legged on the couch, was greatly shocked and could not remain calm. She pressed, "How did he die?"
Guan Fangyi shook her head dejectedly. "I don't know. The people from Misty Pavilion told Purple Gold Cave to send replacement candidates in. They only said Daoist Master was dead, not how he died."
She had specifically come to notify Hui Qingping. Hui Qingping hardly interacted with anyone else and lived in seclusion, quietly cultivating. She needed to be informed so she could relocate with them in time.
"Dead..." Hui Qingping murmured. Yet it was not entirely unexpected. What kind of place was the Sacred Realm? Encountering danger there was not overly surprising. A lost, melancholy look surfaced on her face. "Where else can I go? You should leave. Don't worry about me."
She had once been a disciple of the Heavenly Maiden Cult, an Elder of the Heavenly Maiden Cult, the wife of a rebel general, and even the Empress of the Song Kingdom.
Now, she was a traitor of the Heavenly Maiden Cult and the deposed Empress of the Song Kingdom. Had Niu Youdao not saved her and secured Purple Gold Cave's protection for her, she would likely have died long ago.
Now that they were telling her to leave, vast as the world was, she truly did not know where she could go.
Guan Fangyi said, "Come with us. If Daoist Master were here, he would not want anything to happen to his sworn elder sister. Before his death, he had already prepared for the possibility that he would not return. He feared you would be in danger without him, so he had long made arrangements for you."
Hui Qingping had never expected that Niu Youdao had prepared for the possibility of never returning before