Jing Liangmu never expected that his martial uncle could be so foolish, choosing to sacrifice himself for righteousness.
Pathetic, laughable, lamentable.
An old-fashioned fool, good riddance. The pity is without such an ally, they're left alone to deal with Yang Fan.
This piece of information was brought back by the Ghost King. He had no idea through which mysterious channel this stranger got wind of the news.
Their meeting place remained the secluded deep forests surrounding the Liuyun Temple.
The two stood about five or six meters apart. When the Ghost King delivered the message to Jing Liangmu, he stood there with arms behind his back, silent for a long time.
Jing Liangmu lost patience, "What now? My martial uncle, the old fool, is dead. It's just the two of us left."
