Lu Mingyue?
Most people here were utterly baffled. Never mind whether the monk lived or died—what was the point of He Qing bringing up Lu Mingyue at a time like this?
After saying her piece, He Qing pressed her lips together and fell silent. In the pitch-black pit, after a long stretch of silence, a response finally came:
"Though he was a fool, he should not have died at your hands."
As the words fell, a whistling gust surged from the pit. A thin layer of black flame rose from within, covering the mouth of the hole and warping the already dim light. Monk Yi Xin's voice flowed out from it:
"He was more unfortunate than I. His True Form Dharma Body was utterly destroyed, leaving only his Yang God behind, with not the slightest chance of advancing further. Yet he was more fortunate than I. With a Moon Demon puppet, he could at least bring out twenty or thirty percent of his abilities without harming himself..."
At that point, the monk fell silent again. Only the black flames at the pit's mouth continued burning without end.
Yu Ci smiled faintly beside them. Of everyone here, he alone knew that more than half of what He Qing had said was false.
Back then, a True Person's Yang God had possessed a Moon Demon puppet, intending to ambush and kill him on his way back to Zhixin Temple. Yet Xie Yan and the others had joined forces and forced it to trigger its old injuries, scattering its soul to the winds. To them, the identity of that True Person's Yang God had always been a mystery, and they could only make wild guesses.
As for mentioning Lu Mingyue, it was merely because the timing of his disappearance had been too suspicious,