My child is dead?
Below a colossal waterfall that seemed to hang upside down from the heavens and earth, a sturdy and fierce figure sat cross-legged at the bottom of the water flow. Every drop, as weighty as ten thousand catties of profound elemental heavy water, smashed onto this person, yet it seemed no different from ordinary water. This person had a muscular face in his thirties, chiseled and rugged. A long, dark red scar adorned his temple, and his extremely wide back faintly displayed patterns like feathers.
"Reporting to the Great Saint, Young Master Thirteen's life lamp has been extinguished, and there are no ripples in the Soul Return Pool. It seems someone knew of Young Master Thirteen's whereabouts in advance and ambushed him, not even sparing his soul."
In front of the Milky Way-like cascading waterfall, a short figure in lantern pants and a red vest, his face an ashen cyan, loudly reported to the man beneath the waterfall.
