In less than half a day,
news of Yi Feng's death had spread farther and farther, to the point where nearly everyone knew of it.
This Mortal Star genius who had appeared by chance had suddenly fallen, like a meteor streaking across the sky. The sensation it caused far surpassed the uproar when the Heavenly Ranking had first been announced, leaving people with endless sighs.
The once-revered genius had become a thing of the past. Wind Snow Island's cultivators discussed him without end, the followers who had come seeking his fame scattered away, and Falling Sunset Tianfu, once resplendent, became deserted and cold at its gates.
Chasing fame and profit was the nature of most people; such was the fickleness of the world.
Before the Cave Mansion, once packed with visitors, only several Mortal Star cultivators remained. They carried fine wine in their hands, their faces full of regret. Xu Qingyuan, at their head, stared blankly at the silent courtyard and let out a long sigh.
"Alas..."
"Who would have thought that Brother Yi had only just entered the Heavenly Ranking and won a breath of pride for us Mortal Star cultivators, only to fall in the blink of an eye? Heaven truly envies the gifted!"
"Now that you're gone, who can we drink and make merry with?"
As his words reached their most heart-wrenching point, the few people behind him all lowered their heads with gritted teeth.
Though they too had come as visitors drawn by Yi Feng's fame, they harbored no improper thoughts. For Yi Feng, a genius who had likewise risen from Mortal Star, they felt only boundless admiration and respect.
Without the slightest exaggeration, the mild-tempered and broad-minded Yi Feng was the hope in their eyes, the pillar they had placed their faith in. They had