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Xiao Nanfeng rushed back to Taiqing Island as quickly as he could alongside a bevy of Mortal-division elders who had just received the news.
"Elder Xiao!" The moment Xiao Nanfeng arrived, Taiqing disciples swarmed toward him.
"Where's my senior uncle?" Xiao Nanfeng asked.
"At the Mortal division's Hall of Immortals."
Xiao Nanfeng rushed toward a distant peak, the main peak of the Mortal division. The mountain was lush with vegetation and spiritual aether, and the hall at the mountaintop was known as the Mortal Hall of Immortals. A large group of Taiqing disciples was already gathered by the plaza outside the hall.
Xiao Nanfeng, overcome with unease, rushed into the hall.
At the center of the hall was a coffin, and around that coffin stood Zhao Yuanjiao, Ye Sanshui, and other familiar faces.
"Nanfeng, you've returned," Zhao Yuanjiao began mournfully.
"King Xiao, the division leader has been placed in the coffin," Ye Sanshui said, forlorn.
Xiao Nanfeng strode forward and looked into the coffin. Hong Lie's face was waxen. He lay unmoving, without any sign of life whatsoever.
"Impossible. Senior Uncle, Xiang Pojun surely was no match for you. How could you have died?" Xiao Nanfeng cried out.
He inspected Hong Lie's body carefully, but there was no sign of vitality at all remaining. Even his mindscape was empty, as...
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