"Senior Brother Yan has fallen?"
In a hall atop Pure Fire Peak, Wang Yu asked in shock.
"Two months ago, Lingxiang's Soul Tablet in the Lineage cracked. Judging by the timing, it was almost exactly when the Demon Race surrounded the Three Venerable Stone Market. You were simply a little more quick-witted, leaving a step ahead and saving your life.
"That child Lingxiang wasn't as lucky as you. Most likely, the opportunity to attain a Golden Core clouded his judgment and cost him his life." Yan Tu, the Brocade-Robed Man, sat in the seat of honor, his expression somewhat gloomy.
"I never imagined that parting with Senior Brother Yan that day would be the last time I saw him. Had other matters not delayed me on the way back, I might have returned to the palace sooner and learned of his fate earlier." Wang Yu's expression shifted several times before he answered with a long sigh.
Yan Lingxiang, his only friend in the Green Water Palace and the man who had introduced him there, had actually fallen at the Three Venerable Stone Market. It was wholly unexpected, and a trace of sorrow rose in his heart.
The Cultivation World truly was fraught with danger. Even disciples of cultivation sects and great Lineages could fall in an instant through a single misstep, with no room for luck.
"Returning sooner would have done no good. Lingxiang met his end at the Demon Race's hands. It was a tribulation destined for him; he simply failed to survive it.
"I did hear from the sect that as soon as you escaped danger, you reported the Demon Race invasion to the sect outpost nearest the Three Venerable Stone Market. That allowed the sect to discover something was wrong immediately and dispatch people to seal off