"The agreement between the two sects was to advance from the east of Shanyue, which led to the forcible killing of Xiangping."
Already fraught with guilt on his arrival, this statement hit Xiao Yuansi like a hammer to his head, breaking his cultivation concentration. He unbuckled the Green Peak sword from his waist and handed it over with a lowered voice:
"Jing'er... he... is gone."
Li Tongya had long been aware, yet could not help but shed tears. He took the sword with both hands and choked up:
"Tongya lost his elder brother at the age of twenty, followed by one family member after another passing away. Now I have neither parents to see nor siblings left!"
Xiao Yuansi, who was now a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage, was so shaken by these few words that tears streamed down his face. Remembering the promise he had made years ago to take care of Jing'er while refining elixirs at the Li Family, he gritted his teeth and said:
