Divine Martial Academy, Inner Palace.
In the central area, atop a mountain several hundred zhang high, the great hall was packed to the brim with nearly a hundred martial artists.
"You mean Su Mo isn't dead, and he's currently with You Tianhan?"
Seated in the main seat, Taishi Jue—tall, with a long narrow face and clad in a silver robe—looked down at the black-robed young man in astonishment.
"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes!" the black-robed young man nodded.
"That's impossible, isn't it?" Taishi Jue's face was filled with shock and doubt. Countless people had personally witnessed High Priest Wu Lun kill Su Mo. How could he possibly still be alive?
"Su Mo can't possibly be alive!"
"Could you have mistaken someone else for him?"
"When Su Mo was killed, I saw it with my own eyes. He had completely perished. How could he have come back to life?"
The disciples of the Taishi Family faction all spoke up, disbelief written across every face.
"There can be no mistake. I know Su Mo better than anyone!" the black-robed young man said solemnly. He believed he could not have been mistaken.
Taishi Jue fell silent, a sharp gleam flashing through his eyes.
He believed the black-robed young man's words. The man was a Second Layer Martial Venerable Realm martial artist, steady and composed by nature. He would never speak nonsense.
"Interesting!" Taishi Jue curled his lips into a faint smile. Had Su Mo revived from the dead? Or had he pulled the wool over heaven's eyes and crossed the sea?
If the people of the Wu Tribe learned that Su Mo had not died, what kind of reaction would they have?
"Holy Son, should we send someone to notify the Wu Tribe?" A handsome young man in yellow rose