Ding Yan... was dead?!
Lin Mo's heart jolted. He instinctively turned around and immediately spotted a familiar figure walking toward him.
Wang Erhu.
Back when they had worked as miscellaneous servants together, the two had gotten along fairly well. With no one backing them, they had been at the very bottom even among the servant disciples. Both had led bitter lives, and their shared plight had drawn them together.
Yet when Lin Mo had first gone down the mountain to visit his family, Wang Erhu had apparently latched onto some important figure in the Inner Sect. In less than half a month, he had leaped through the dragon gate, rising straight from servant disciple to War Hall elite!
"Er... Senior Brother Wang."
Lin Mo had almost called him "Brother Erhu" out of habit, only to realize as the words reached his lips that the man's status was no longer what it had been. The old form of address no longer seemed appropriate.
"What senior brother? Just call me Erhu."
Wang Erhu clearly hadn't thought that much about it. Just as before, he came forward and warmly patted Lin Mo on the shoulder, then sighed. "It's good to see you one more time before I die..."
He glanced toward the nearby Azure Cloud Hall, then withdrew his gaze and lowered his voice. "Little Lin, put this somewhere safe first."
As he spoke, he took a Storage Bag from inside his robes and handed it to Lin Mo, his voice dropping even further. "Senior Brother Ding Yan died in battle. Elder Hua has taken some men to avenge him. I'll probably have to go down the mountain in a few days too, and when that happens..."
"There are some spirit stones and spirit liquid in this bag. If I don't come back,