Wang Yuènián's letter left Zhang Qingyuan silent for a long time.
The news had truly come too suddenly.
So-called Death Seclusion
meant staking everything on a breakthrough in some major aspect where one had been stuck for a long time, entering seclusion with the resolve to either break through or never emerge.
For instance, when many old cultivators approached the end of their lifespan, they would choose Death Seclusion in order to break into the next realm and extend their lives.
Break through,
and emerge successfully.
Fail to break through,
and everything was over!
"What exactly happened?"
A grave look appeared on Zhang Qingyuan's face.
Although Daoist Ming Shui had accepted him as a Core Disciple, Zhang Qingyuan did not actually know much about him.
Even though Zhang Qingyuan had received quite a few good things from Daoist Ming Shui, all of which had helped his cultivation to some extent,
they had only met a handful of times.
And in truth,
Zhang Qingyuan also harbored certain misgivings about that unfathomable Cheap Master of his.
Back during the Outer Sect Grand Competition, after all, he had been taken into Mystic Water Peak by the man.
At that time, had Daoist Ming Shui already been harboring some other intention?
Zhang Qingyuan had no way of knowing.
Moreover,
Zhang Qingyuan had discovered that although he was a disciple of the Cloud Water Sect, his relationship with the sect was neither close nor distant. He drifted outside the sect's core, like a transparent man.
He did not have much contact with the sect.
And this somewhat awkward state of affairs seemed to have some unknown connection to his Cheap Master.
Thinking back,
after entering the Inner Sect, he had been sent to the South Sea because of a certain conflict and some struggle within