Wrongful Death

Whoosh!

The waterlight filling the sky hung motionless, yet a faint breeze swept through it.

Azure, indigo, jet black... Countless colors shimmered and became trickling streams.

Amid the surging sea, a figure emerged.

Fang Zhenya suddenly regained control of his body. He gasped for breath, then dropped to his knees, not daring to raise his head.

Beside him, Fang Yinxuan lay like a heap of mud, afraid to move a muscle.

Then Fang Zhenya heard a voice beside his ear. "Raise your head..."

"My lowly face is unworthy of offending a True Lord's eyes."

Trembling, Fang Zhenya summoned all his courage and finally managed to finish speaking.

He was an heir of a Grotto-Heaven, of Golden Core blood. He knew that without mastery of all four arts and a Perfected Purple Mansion cultivation, one was not qualified to appear before a True Lord!

If he raised his head, might it simply explode?

"Heh... But I'm no True Lord."

Fang Qing smiled faintly. Fang Zhenya's head jerked upward as though an irresistible force had wrenched it straight. His bones groaned under the strain, and tears poured from his eyes.

Then he saw...

An unremarkable young man in blue robes stood with his hands behind his back, gazing calmly into the distance.

Only half the young man's face was visible. It shone like jade and bore an indescribable air.

Not... a Golden Core?

Could he be a Star Lord?

Fang Zhenya had not the slightest thought of resisting. Recalling everything his family had taught him about Golden Cores and True Persons, he could not stop his thoughts from scattering. *Even before a Great True Person, if he wants me to live, I live; if he wants me to die, I die... One Divine Ability, and even if he ordered me home to