Chu Zhiwei's Death

"Drink the spirit tea. We're leaving."

"Oh, yes, Ancestor."

Zhang Xuntong replied and drained the spirit tea in his cup in one gulp.

Boom!

Terrifying spiritual power flooded through his limbs and bones, on the verge of breaking free from his control.

Zhang Chongxian placed a large hand on his shoulder.

He helped him refine the energy contained within the spirit tea.

This single cup of tea saved him a year of arduous cultivation.

Meeting Zhang Xuntong's grateful, delighted gaze, Zhang Chongxian said,

"This is Fourth-Grade Mid-Rank spirit tea. Your cultivation is still too low, so drinking it occasionally is fine.

Drinking too much will hinder your cultivation."

"Thank you, Ancestor. Xuantong understands."

"Mm. Let's go."

Zhang Chongxian nodded, grabbed Zhang Xuntong by the arm, and took a step forward.

When they reappeared, they were already in the hall outside a quiet chamber.

The quiet chamber was not large, but it was clean, tidy, and fully furnished.

Chu Zhiwei had stayed here for a year and had not been mistreated.

At this moment, she stood with her back to them, her expression haggard. Not a trace remained of her former liveliness and cheerfulness.

Seeing Zhang Chongxian, Zhang Xuanbing, who was sitting outside the quiet chamber, hurriedly rose to his feet. "Immortal Ancestor..."

"No need for formalities.

You may leave. I want to speak with her alone."

"Yes, Immortal Ancestor."

Zhang Xuanbing answered, then left together with Zhang Xuntong.

The instant Chu Zhiwei heard Zhang Chongxian's voice inside the quiet chamber, her entire body stiffened.

Then she suddenly turned around and rushed to the door of the quiet chamber.

Tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.

"Brother Xian, you're finally willing to see me.

You're finally willing to see me.

..."

As she spoke, Chu Zhiwei began to sob softly.

Helplessness and