"I know your disciple died, and that you are unwilling to accept it. I also know how deep the bond between master and disciple was. You waited all these days, yet never saw that murderer fall. Your heart must be suffering."
The man in azure-white armor stood with his hands behind his back. As he spoke, a rare trace of chilling frost surfaced on his face.
"But you must understand: it was your disciple who died, while this general lost his own child! When it comes to the pain in one's heart, could this general possibly suffer less than you?!"
"I..."
Xuan Luan lowered his head a little further, helplessness welling up in his eyes.
Knowing was one thing.
But after waiting in vain for so many days without receiving the slightest news, how could his heart be at peace?
What was more.
A few days ago, he had unexpectedly learned from the report submitted by the Sky-Patrol Bureau that that girl had, while in the Inkfall realm, slain a Buddhist Sect cultivator from the Wandering Void Sea in defiance of her cultivation.
Inkfall slaying Wandering Void Sea.
Such heaven-shaking talent—if she were truly allowed to grow, would they really still be able to kill her in the future?
The affairs of the world changed without warning.
He had struggled at the bottom of the Heavenly Court for tens of thousands of years and had seen far too many examples of people rising to power overnight, then soaring straight into the clouds.
Once that girl gained a firm foothold in the Heavenly Court and earned the favor and protection of some great figure, taking action against her again would be as difficult as climbing to the heavens.
Besides, the other party was now a divine general, holding great power in