At the entrance to the Raging Wind Hall, Ji Yun confirmed that the sealing wax was intact. "The shipment is undamaged."
With that, he accepted the delivery, completing the handover. The escort captain from the Fortune and Might Escort Agency shed his solemn expression and smiled. "Master Ji, would you like to send a reply? If not, we'll be on our way."
"Please wait a moment," Ji Yun said. "Let me see who sent me this letter before I decide."
Smiling, he tore open the envelope and pulled out the paper inside. He had only just unfolded it to read when several conspicuous words instantly caught his eye-Kong Yu was dead.
Ji Yun's smile vanished in a flash, and his expression turned ghastly.
"Impossible. Absolutely impossible! My disciple Kong Yu has an A-grade lower bone root and ranks third among the Ten Elites. He could surpass marrow cleansing in the future. Nothing could have happened to him!"
A boom rang through Ji Yun's head, as though a thunderbolt had exploded inside it. He roared inwardly, refusing to believe it. Taking a deep breath, he suppressed his fury and began reading from the first line.
The more he read, the uglier his expression became.
"Pfft!"
Before he could finish the letter, Ji Yun's vision darkened. A coppery sweetness rose in his throat, and blood sprayed uncontrollably from his mouth. His whole body swayed.
The scarlet blood splattered starkly across the ground, giving the escorts from the Fortune and Might Escort Agency a fright.
"Ah-this agony is killing me!"
Ji Yun roared, his grief-stricken voice deafening.
His illegitimate son had died only recently, and now news had arrived of the death of his most cherished direct disciple. Ji Yun felt as though knives were twisting in his heart, and his astral qi