The Only Word for It Was Tragedy

"Stop!"

The mid-stage Qi Sea Realm cultivator known as Senior Brother Tian shouted at the back of a figure dressed in a tattered gray Daoist robe.

But he got no response. The figure simply kept walking toward the distance.

"I said, stop!"

Senior Brother Tian shouted again, but was still ignored.

The mid-stage Qi Sea Realm Immortal Cultivator began to grow irritated. He dropped the torch in his hand and tapped his toes against the ground in quick succession. In just two breaths, he had flown dozens of yards forward. Then he rose into the air and flew, rapidly closing in on the figure in the tattered gray Daoist robe. He blocked the figure's path and drew the sword at his waist.

"Stop! Who are you? Don't you know that the ruins of Nanyu Lake are a forbidden place of Du Cang Mountain?"

As Senior Brother Tian shouted, the other young cultivators hurried over as well, surrounding the figure in the tattered gray Daoist robe, whose hair was sparse and unkempt and who looked ugly and wretched.

The torches in their hands illuminated the face of the "cultivator" in the middle, dressed in a tattered gray Daoist robe.

It was gaunt and waxen, with lifeless eyes.

Like a dead fish.

The "cultivator" in the tattered gray Daoist robe finally stopped. His dead-fish eyes swept over the young Guardians of the Dao from Du Cang Mountain before him. Then he set off again, trying to brush past the Immortal Cultivators blocking his way.

As expected, they stopped him again.

"Why go to such lengths?"

His hoarse voice finally rang out.

"Why make such a big fuss just to trouble a passerby like me?"

"What kind of passerby?"

The female cultivator at the early stage of the Qi Sea Realm asked the