"Walading, what do you want with me?"
Early Ancient Saint Cassio spoke. "Say what you have to say. I still have matters to attend to and don't have much time to waste on nonsense with you. Understand?"
He spoke to Walading bluntly, with no desire to beat around the bush.
"Lord Cassio, my brothers Pade and Delien are dead. They died at the hands of Human Race Saints."
Walading clenched his fists.
Dead?!
Hearing this, Cassio narrowed his eyes. He knew that Walading had joined a five-man squad, an elite team made up of the Five-Element races, each of them a powerful Saint at the peak of the Immortal Realm.
If those five joined forces, then unless an Early Ancient Saint took action, no one could do anything to them. Though they could not roam the Storm Sea unimpeded as he did, few could stand against them.
Yet now, several Immortal Saints at Walading's side had actually died. It was truly inconceivable. Could it be that some Early Ancient Saint of the Human Race had acted, laying an ambush and setting traps to catch them off guard?
However, he was not especially interested in the matter. "Dead is dead. What's the big deal? Don't tell me you don't know what kind of place this is. This is the Strange District, a battlefield where all races vie for supremacy. When has there ever been a time when no one died? Over all these years, quite a few Immortal Saints of our Element Race have fallen. A few brothers of yours make no difference."
He was utterly indifferent to the matter. He was not particularly familiar with Walading and the others, so their deaths stirred nothing in him, as though he were merely hearing a news report.
Although they were all of