After their brief joy, the flowers and green leaves dancing across the sky quietly drifted down, and they each retrieved their Golden Jade Ring treasures.
Yan Qun'er's smile suddenly faded, as though she had remembered something important. After a moment's hesitation, she spoke:
"Senior brother, your master, Elder Chang Kong, suffered grievous injuries in a battle against the Demon Race twenty years ago."
"Although fellow cultivators helped him escape danger, his wounds were too severe. He succumbed to them not long afterward."
"I see." Liu Yu nodded, gazing expressionlessly at the bonfire without saying anything more.
At that moment, his heart was even calmer than he had imagined.
After all, he had only been a registered disciple. His connection to his nominal master had never been particularly close, much less an emotional bond.
After his Golden Core Condensation, their relationship as master and disciple had already approached dissolution, existing only in form.
Whenever Liu Yu traveled far, he merely informed his master as a formality.
Precisely for that reason, he was even calmer than expected upon hearing of his nominal master's death.
As a registered disciple, Liu Yu had few obligations. Mourning him for a while and looking after his direct descendants would already fulfill every duty of kindness.
Still, to avoid seeming too heartless, he put his acting skills to work and showed an appropriate measure of sorrow.
From another perspective, my nominal master's death might not be a bad thing for me now.
With this, my ties to the Li Household have suddenly become much weaker.
When I return to the sect and move to suppress the Li Household, I won't have to carry those burdens.
The thought flashed through Liu Yu's calm mind.
Thanks to True Person Changfeng, the Li Household, the foremost lineage within the