Xu Yang froze for a moment, then immediately came to his senses. His face darkened with anger. "What? Old Liu is dead! Where's his body? Did you manage to get it back?"
When Qin Shuang and his wife heard Xu Yang's question, they lowered their heads in shame, speechless. Ling Feng said remorsefully, "No. Things were too urgent at the time, and we didn't have a chance to retrieve Old Liu's body. We're truly sorry."
Xu Yang was furious. He had never imagined Old Liu would meet such an end. He had always been grateful to him and had never forgotten his advice to cultivate diligently and not waste the hard-won opportunity he'd been given. The envious look on Old Liu's face back then had been etched deep in Xu Yang's heart, always reminding him to stay vigilant.
Now, Old Liu's fate truly made Xu Yang's hair stand on end with rage. In his agitation, he swept his sleeve at a boulder beside him. The boulder instantly shattered into pieces, and a surging aura erupted from him, pressing down on Ling Feng and Qin Mengyao and making them deeply uncomfortable. They were both aghast; they hadn't expected Xu Yang to have grown so powerful.
Even Su Ru, who had already advanced to Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, felt somewhat shaken by Xu Yang's powerful aura. Fortunately, Qin Shuang was at Foundation Establishment Late Stage. Though he was startled by Xu Yang's rate of progress, he felt no discomfort. Qin Shuang raised a hand and cleared his throat. "I ask you to calm down, Fellow Daoist Xu. We're deeply saddened by Liu Ji's death as well. After all, he'd been with us for most of our lives and was family to us. Otherwise, we wouldn't have escorted him home to his roots