Thus fell one of the Interception Sect's four great disciples, the pillar that steadied the Shang Kingdom's court.
His Nascent Soul became a streak of golden light, flew toward the horizon, and entered the Investiture List.
When the news reached Chaoge, Wen Zhong knelt on the ground and did not rise for a long time.
He clutched the Male-Female Twin Whips tightly against his chest, the divine eye between his brows squeezed shut.
Though he and Zhao Gongming were martial nephew and uncle in name, their bond was truly that of father and son.
Zhao Gongming had taught him warfare, taught him Dao Methods, taught him how to navigate the court and sweep across the battlefield.
Now Zhao Gongming was dead, killed beneath the walls of Tong Pass by three Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect and an arrow fired from ambush.
When the news reached Biyou Palace, the Tongtian Sect Master was expounding the Dao to his disciples.
Duobao whispered a few words in his ear, and the whisk in his hand abruptly froze in midair.
After a long silence, he said only one thing.
"Gongming-has his name gone onto the list?"
Duobao knelt with his forehead pressed against the cold jade floor, not daring to look up at his master's face.
The Tongtian Sect Master did not rage or smash anything. He merely closed his eyes slowly, opened them again after a long while, then waved Duobao away.
As Duobao left the meditation chamber, he glanced back.
He saw his master sitting alone on a prayer cushion, his back still straight as a sword. Yet somehow, at that moment, he looked unbearably lonely.
The ones most devastated by Zhao Gongming's death in battle were the Three Heavens.
Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, and Bixiao.
They had cultivated alongside Zhao Gongming in