Lin Xuan's fall caused many to lament, but his enemies were overjoyed. The Star Pavilion, Chu Yue, and the people from the Celestial King's Mansion, for instance, could hardly wait to hold a celebratory banquet. The Dean of the Heavenly Dao Institute, however, could only sigh in resignation.
The Wangyue Pavilion Master was filled with despair. Upon hearing the news, Bai Qianqian, Yu Shiqie, Feng Qingxue, and the others wept.
"How could you die?" Ye Qingwu muttered, her nails digging into her palms so hard that blood trickled down her hand. "I still owe you so many favors, and I haven't even begun to repay them." To this day, she could not accept the news of Lin Xuan's death.
Hua Yan and the others also sighed toward the heavens, their eyes red with grief. As for the Lin Family, a deathly silence had fallen over them.
