Liu Fusheng noticed that Liu Piaoying was the only one who had returned. None of the other Supreme Sect cultivators had come back.
Liu Piaoying's clothes were also in tatters, her hair disheveled, and her face stained with blood. She had clearly been through a fight.
An ominous premonition rose in Liu Fusheng's heart.
At the mention of this, Liu Piaoying's expression shifted, and she broke down even further.
She flung herself into her father's arms and cried out uncontrollably, "Father, all the other fellow disciples are dead! I'm the only one who survived!"
Boom...
Her words were nothing short of earth-shattering. Hearing them, Liu Fusheng felt as though his head would explode.
His scalp prickled, and his heart nearly leaped out of his throat.
What?
Everyone was dead?
Only his daughter had survived?
How... how could that be possible?
Liu Fusheng could not believe it.
He knew what his daughter had left the sect to do.
She had gone to the border of a secular Dynasty to search for the ruins left by a cultivator who had passed away in meditation.
They supposedly contained countless heavenly treasures. He had originally intended to send the sect's powerful experts.
But his daughter had said they should be given this opportunity to gain experience.
They could obtain fortuitous opportunities while honing themselves, killing two birds with one stone.
So he had agreed.
And this was the result?
Her fellow disciples had died gruesome deaths, and his daughter alone had survived.
"What exactly happened?"
Liu Fusheng looked at his daughter and demanded angrily.
"The ruins we entered were actually an Evil Cultivator's tomb. There wasn't a single treasure there!"
"But none of that matters. Our fellow disciples all died at the hands of a prisoner!"
Liu Fusheng's expression changed. "A prisoner?"
"That's right!"