Almost Back to the Sect; Master Must Be Lying Somewhere Resting

Time passed.

Today, Song Li finally brought his junior brother and junior sister back to the South Region.

From the Central Region to the South Region, they had acted as they always did along the way—upholding justice, rooting out the strong and aiding the weak.

Song Li alone had killed no fewer than three players he encountered committing every evil under the sun.

However, news of players dying gradually spread for some unknown reason.

Some players waited and waited for their companions, yet could not find them offline either.

There was only white cloth, and the security department.

For a time, the players were as skittish as birds startled by the mere twang of a bowstring. A small portion of the originally arrogant second-batch players restrained themselves considerably.

But some simply refused to believe it.

Dead? Heh, I came back to life. Dead again, back to life again.

Just playing around.

Whoever fabricated this information about players dying deserved to be condemned by all!

Most people on the forums did not believe it either.

[Even if it's a real world, I've died so many times—why am I still not dead?]

[There must be something wrong with the people spreading rumors. They don't want us using resurrection because they want to use it themselves.]

[Exactly. You think we don't know what you're up to? I'm dying of laughter.]

Qin Yuan paid considerable attention to the information on the forums.

But it was beyond his control.

Right now, he could only use his position as director of the Empire Cultivator Administration to promote cultivation. Beyond that, all that remained was resisting the invasion.

Dead people?

And they were not even good people. What the hell did it have to do with him?

Still, it was truly strange.

Qin Yuan flipped through the