As he spoke, seeing the questioning yet wary look in the man before him, Zhu Hanwei composed himself slightly before hurriedly continuing.
"I am Zhu Hanwei of the Yun Ge Sect. Su Shi'er and I were fellow martial brothers."
"I came this time at Brother Su's final request, to deliver his last belongings to Fellow Daoist Tianshan."
Before he could finish, grief had already filled Zhu Hanwei's face.
Though he had already come to terms with Loose Immortal Su Shi'er's death,
at its mention now, sorrow still surged uncontrollably within his heart.
Hearing this, Su Shi'er immediately swayed slightly, his expression deeply stirred.
"What? My friend, he..."
His voice caught, faintly choked with emotion.
Su Shi'er had learned of the Immortal Body's death the moment his essence, energy, and spirit returned.
Yet before Zhu Hanwei, he did not wish to expose his true identity and could only pretend not to know.
But this grief was utterly real.
To him, the Loose Immortal incarnation had been no different from a living person, and in the Cultivation World, it had also been one of the rare companions worthy of his absolute trust.
"Half a year ago, Brother Su unfortunately perished in the Immortal Cultivation Holy Land's Hundred Thousand Mines, during the operation to encircle and suppress a Devil Race fiend!"
Zhu Hanwei let out a heavy sigh and hurriedly continued.
"My friend...!"
A mournful cry burst from Su Shi'er's mouth. His long hair broke free of its crown and spilled down his back, stirring without wind.
The aura around him churned violently along with his sorrowful howl.
In an instant, an astonishing gale surged forth. Wild winds howled, scattering the mist that shrouded the surrounding waters.
His intense grief spread outward, causing towering waves to explode across the sea.
For the past