"Your seals have been broken, and your cultivation has recovered by at least forty to fifty percent. Hurry and leave. This place... is not safe." Su Shi'er neither confirmed nor denied it.
As he spoke, he swiftly rose to his feet, slung the ice stone onto his back again, and turned to head out.
He had already spent quite some time in this underground space.
Yet the man in black trapped within the formation had still not appeared.
That alone was enough to show that the formation was likely even more troublesome than he had imagined.
It would be fine if the other party could break through it. But if he could not, the one in trouble next would be Su Shi'er himself.
Su Shi'er's thoughts were clear. The people he had come for had already been found.
If he did not leave while that man still had the strength to keep the formation occupied, then when would he?
Watching Su Shi'er's retreating back, Li Piaoyu did not move at once. She hurriedly called out, "Qin Chuan is here, but what about Song Zihua and Xu Jin? How are they...?"
Halfway through her question, she recalled yesterday's sudden attack. Her lips trembled slightly, as though she had already foreseen the dreadful outcome.
"They're dead." Su Shi'er answered indifferently, without the slightest ripple in his emotions.
At those words, Li Piaoyu and the other person shuddered violently. Their legs gave way, and they collapsed onto the ground once more.
Tears fell uncontrollably, pattering down in streams.
"Dead... They're really dead?"
"Everyone living in this world must die someday. Not just those two—one day, you, I, all of us may die. This... is the Cultivation World."
"Your grief is entirely understandable, but now is not the time to mourn."
"The urgent matter