The group swept through the Secret Realm once more and found Suo Ming. He had truly worn down the besieging Demon Cultivators one by one until they died, and he himself was so exhausted he had passed out.
After confirming no one had slipped through the net, they cremated the two disciples who had died in battle. The two female disciples cried their eyes out. It was clear that an experience like this was too much for them to bear.
Li Tianyi sat alone in a tree, quietly observing everything, feeling neither joy nor sorrow.
"What sorrow is there in life, what bitterness in death?"
Wang Meng handed him a bottle of wine. Li Tianyi waved his hand. "I don't drink."
Wang Meng had always been philosophical about life and death. That's why some people were suited for cultivation, and others were not.
It was a road of no return.
"The Li Family's Sword Technique really is a Killing Sword."
