Hongku

Another of Hongku's students had died.

This did not seem to be any special news.

Everyone had even grown accustomed to it.

Among the cultivators who lost their lives in combat, there were plenty with mediocre skills, and some mages had also lost students in conflicts.

But no mage had students like Hongku's.

Year after year, Hongku took in students, and year after year, his students died.

Quite a few people looked Wu Chao over, then shifted their gazes to Zhang Xuezhou, wondering when the two would meet with an accident.

"I was born under a lone star. I bring death to my wife, my children, and my students. If their fates aren't hard enough and they die, they can't blame me!"

Hongku's face was tightly drawn, and the pain in his features seemed to have gone numb.

His expression warned strangers to keep away, yet the holy land's rules compelled him to take students.

Even so, his students came like moths to a flame, one batch after another, with hardly a pause.

Even when three people drew from forty-eight tokens, he was chosen again and again.

There was indeed something sinister about him, but Hongku had no power to change it.

Unable to change it, he could only endure. Looking at the corpse of the student he had once scolded with a cold face, he fell silent.

"Senior brother Hongku, Wu Ti was the son of a Greater Yuezhi tribal chief, so his fate should have been a very good one. Forgive your junior brother for being presumptuous, but what kind of..."

"Since you know you're being presumptuous, don't ask!"

A red-robed mage opened his mouth, intending to get to the bottom of the matter, only for Hongku to bluntly shut him down.

It was one thing in the