His steps staggered, and he nearly fell.
"Wuji, tell me, how did Xiaogang end up like this?"
Flender gripped Zhao Wuji tightly and let out a beast-like growl.
"The Grandmaster... he ran into Sunset Forest and was attacked by a soul beast..."
Flender collapsed to the ground at once. Tears streamed down his face as he stroked the Grandmaster's corpse, his voice trembling.
"Xiaogang, your big brother has failed you."
"Boss Flender, please accept our condolences. From now on, you must keep a close eye on Erlong. Don't let anything happen to her.
"Leave the Grandmaster's funeral arrangements to me.
"And when Tang San returns, he'll definitely go mad. You need to think of how to explain this to him."
Zhao Wuji was less overwhelmed by grief and was still able to calmly make arrangements.
Flender nodded. "Xiaogang is already gone. Nothing must happen to Erlong."
Bibi Dong's Grief
A day later, Jiang Chen returned to Spirit City.
The mighty and imposing Qiongqi flew through the sky and landed above the Pope Palace.
By now, everyone in Spirit City knew that Qiongqi was the Holy Son's mount.
The Spirit Hall Empire had not established a crown prince. The Holy Son was equivalent to one and would one day succeed Bibi Dong.
As Jiang Chen flew overhead, a wave of cheers erupted throughout Spirit City.
Everyone was loudly calling out for His Highness the Holy Son.
Jiang Chen felt somewhat helpless.
Bibi Dong had already announced his past achievements.
Those miraculous pills had made the people of the Spirit Hall Empire healthier.
And those wondrous Soul Tools had made people's lives better and better.
All of it was the Holy Son's doing. Thus, over this period, Jiang Chen's prestige within the Spirit Hall Empire had grown stronger and stronger, to the