"What did you say... Qingtong has fallen?!"
Yunmeng Marsh, Tuoba Clan's residence.
Looking at Zhao Qingshang all covered in blood, along with the news he brought, Tuoba Wufeng couldn't believe his ears.
One of the seven cultivators in the clan, at the sixth-layer Qi Cultivation, and also one of his grand nephews, Tuoba Qingtong, had fallen silently?
Even his grand nephew-in-law was seriously injured, and without several years of recovery, it's impossible to heal.
"What exactly happened...!"
Tuoba Wufeng clutched Zhao Qingshang's arm tightly, angrily asking.
"Tell me in detail, I want to know every detail of Qingtong's fall!"
"Yes, Clan Leader!"
Zhao Qingshang took a deep breath and said, "Nephew and Brother Qingtong were stationed on Wuxi Island..."
Fifteen minutes later, Tuoba Wufeng said gravely, "You mean, Qingtong died under a spirit insect?"
"Yes, yes, Clan Leader!"
